Saturday Genre

Music was created by hands, 

with great knowledge demand,

People aiming to give what they feel,

In a melody related to real.

Anything started with a beat

a lights that blink to make heat

body of people stated to pump

searching for a lady of a tramp.

People are all in groove,

drunk of liqour so cold,

stand on a stage with red cheek,

minding this for a week.