You should have never invited me to your party
If you were going to keep me from dancing
Why pretend to welcome all who tap to a beat
If there were to be rules to stand in place
Those smiles on the dance floor seemed warm at first
But they were just meant to hide the cyanide in the teeth
Through which you curse any who dare to dance
I could call you draconian
But that would be too nice
For shame, you have no shame
There’s no music, no violins
There’s just the beating of your ugly heart
It’s not melodic
It’s not in tune with the world drums
It often skips a beat, for
It’s a dead man’s party
Time to put on those dancing shoes
Time to dance to the siren calls
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
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Hide the cyanide in their teeth! That’s deep, very opaque.
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Sound a bit Footloose if you ask me. 😉
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I seriously envisioned the Willard dance from Footloose!
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Haha. YES! 😉
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