Lance at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog (yes, there’s a picture of Fight Club on the home page, but it’s all good fun) wanted folks to write poems, 100 wds, to particular songs he’d picked out. On this Mother’s Day, I HAD to write a paean to my own fave dance song by one of the great bands of the 80s. Listen and imagine me and Riley barefoot on the dance floor, with Lex watching us, rolling his eyes…! Can’t think of a better Mother’s Day post for my girl, who made this particular holiday one worth celebrating when she was born in ’88. Love you, Riles.



Punch out the time clock and
pile in the back of the Chrysler, baby
Don’t need GPS, and I don’t mean maybe

Half a mile away you hear the
Pull up SCREECH my God this is a
But the B52s are locked and loaded
and the room sounds like something just exploded it goes

We shimmy the shit off our shoes
We all shimmy sharp at the Shack

If we’re gonna waste our time
we’re gonna waste it well
waste it wildly, hell bent for leather

Gonna bop ’til we drop at the Shack

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil