3 August 2012
[The Bronx. Early Fall. It's dark, rain is falling the streets are empty, security lights from shop windows reflect on a steaming manhole cover in the road and a pink Cadillac parked nearby. Far off traffic can be heard. Denny exits from the car into the road and draws his dark leather coat around his chest, looking left and right, limping and searching the shadows for any barrels pointing his way... Q music!]
You give But you cannot take, This makes you The Taker...
Haha ha ha, haha ha ha, Shake it, tap it, make it...
You take But you cannot give, This makes you The Faker...
[River rat sprints across road, stops left, farts and continues off stage.]
Haha ha ha, haha ha ha, Shake it, tap it, make it...
You are But you are not, This makes you Not a lot...
Haha ha ha, haha ha ha, Shake it, tap it, make it...
[Upside down, spin and bounce back up, Moonwalk (yeah right), drop to the floor and jump, Holding your crutch (of course)...]
Ooooooo!!!
Shoot the punk! Yo dissin' me? No dissin' me! Bang!!! Smokey, ouch, Ahhhhh...
[Thunderclap and lightening]
Haha ha ha, haha ha ha, Shake it, tap it, make it...
My mind is up, Deep south, deeper, Lost with the love, Catch up, brother, wake up...
Haha ha ha, haha ha ha, Shake it, tap it, make it...
Hold me closer, Run past, shots fly, Pretending is over, No weep, no cry...
Haha ha ha, haha ha ha, Shake it, tap it, make it...
[Upside down, spin and bounce back up, Glide, shuffle, drop to the floor and jump, Holding your crutch (much tighter this time)... Real long sigh!]
A brother tonight, or Eat my bullet, run hard Tis your life, right..?
Haha ha ha, haha ha ha, Shake it up, tap it up, make it up...
[Stand tall... And bow]
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved
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