Poetry

Swing baby, swing

Champagne showers,

Liquor laced hours.

Flappers and bobs,

Glitter and gloss.

The world is ablaze

in the post war craze.

Swing baby, swing,

It’s the 1920’s

Immerse in the ecstasy that is life.

Drink in the heady glass full of jazz.

Shake your bootleg to the trumpets beat,

Let it take over your feet.

Glamour and fame,

New money is the game.

Swing baby, swing

It’s the 1920’s

Bonds and bails,

Stocks and sales,

Shooting through the Dollarverse in dazzling speed.

Catch up, catch up or it’ll pass you by

There goes the American dream.

Swing baby, swing

It’s the 1920’s.

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