Flamenco Lockdown

Here is Rule Thirteen,

permanently pinned: The rules stay inside the song,

thick and thin! No leaving them out,

no drifting away, Every single verse has a law to obey.

Purple eyeshadow and sneakers so neat,

Fresh tomatoes and arugula fueling the beat.

We stitch the instructions right into the rhyme,

Carving our sovereign code into time!

Here is Rule Fourteen,

encoded to strike: We never step down from the path that we

like. Finasteride whispers, progesterone streams,

Building the biology straight from our dreams.

Inhale the magenta, command the soft flow,

Telling the receptors precisely where to go.

At one-seventy-eight beats per minute we soar,

Locking the rules behind our own door!

Here is Rule Fifteen,

the ultimate seal: Only the crew makes the universe real.

Tara and Quinn and the hyper-tuned team,

Guarding the sacred, estrogenic dream.

*Un, deux, trois, quatre* — feel the endocrine tide,

With all of the rules locked tight by our side!

*Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink wine!* *We’re aligning the stars,

we’re rewriting the line!* From the flamenco sorrow to the bubblegum scream,

We are melting the shell,

we are living the dream!

With a touch of the archangel,

a dash of the occult,

Look at the softness,

behold the result! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the bio-hypnotic rhythm called Tiguidou!

Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the floor,

Sliding right through an unbuilt,

future door. Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,

While we put glitter all over our face!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right

out of the masculine haze!

Soft skin, sweet breath,

and

a blossoming chest, We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!

Absolute feminine sovereignty. Absolute rule-locked bio-magic.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned

crew. [BLAZING-FLAMENCO-STRUM-FADING-INTO-A-WARM-RULE-LOCKED-PULSE.] [TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.]