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dance!


this feeling
this lack
of thrillage
is not a new
feeling for me
it's just different
because it's
springing
on the heels
of my spiritual
adventure

i could figure
in a whole
bunch of things
as to why
i suddenly
have this
change in my heart

but i can't
pinpoint it
to one thing

it's beyond
being disillusioned
it's beyond
disenchantment
it's beyond
grief
it's beyond
suicidal tendencies
it's beyond life

i'm over it
but here i am
what happens is,
i don't have
a buffer zone
anymore

since my auto accident
all people
have been doing
is shoving pills
down my throat
now,
they decide
some two decades
later
at the worst
possible time
in my life
when i'm down
and out
they give me
a huge kick
and decide
i don't need
my meds

oh please
they do
this to everyone
out there
dangle
them like
meat puppets
on a market string

you bastards
sing for me!
sing!
sing!
you souless
rulers
with your
toy guns
blowing
up my pumpkin patch

you wearing
the brass ring
sing!
sing!

return
your gold teeth
and trade them in
for a slow
ride into peaceful
oblivion

your people are
getting tired
your mother
is being re-wired
to suit
the world's view
your children
are crying
under Steve Malko
Chicago bridges

all the while
Maury is deciding
the fates
of the many
by playing
demi-God
on stylish
sets where
camaras roll
the bones
one more time
mother
the roll
of a lifetime
i die
in the fire
and flip
the ash
off this high
wire i'm tap
dancing on

sing!
sing!
dance!
dance!

Dylan sings Mr. Bojangles