I
skimmed a glance over the dance
Robotic
Hypnotic
Void
of romance
No
tangos
No
foxtrots
Nor
waltz of the Viennese
Just
animated clowns raving on E’s
Pulsating
beat swept through the crowd
The
sound was insipid
Repetitive
and loud
Reverberating
Irritating
Offending
my lugs
Appreciate
this?
Not
even with drugs
I’m
not out of touch
Nor
am I too old
This
kind of trash just leaves me cold
Without
further ado I headed for the door
And
began to yawn
Oh
what a bore
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