THE DANCE
By Mike Berger, PhD
This is bizarre; it has to be a
bad dream. Things this crazy
can't be real.
Gypsies are ringing and dancing
in the streets. Boys move in
rhythmic syncopation to the
somber sounds of a Hungarian
violin.
Two dozen angels are dancing
on the head of a pin. There erratic
motions jangle the nerves as they
dance to the dissonance of a
Stravinsky ballet.
Bodies twisted and deformed as
they dance. Thrashing and contorting
they gyrate to the sounds of a
heavy metal band.
That surly nurse comes waltzing in;
it's time for my medication.
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Mike Berger, PhD is
bright, articulate,
handsome, and
extremely humble
By Mike Berger, PhD
This is bizarre; it has to be a
bad dream. Things this crazy
can't be real.
Gypsies are ringing and dancing
in the streets. Boys move in
rhythmic syncopation to the
somber sounds of a Hungarian
violin.
Two dozen angels are dancing
on the head of a pin. There erratic
motions jangle the nerves as they
dance to the dissonance of a
Stravinsky ballet.
Bodies twisted and deformed as
they dance. Thrashing and contorting
they gyrate to the sounds of a
heavy metal band.
That surly nurse comes waltzing in;
it's time for my medication.
- - -
Mike Berger, PhD is
bright, articulate,
handsome, and
extremely humble
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