it is the institution of booty shake
the politicians of dance
strut
under new lights neon
drinks over priced like gasoline
pills the cheap way to go all night
rise sun rise we’ll block you with blinds
huddled around a table
generals meet every Friday or Saturday
sometimes both
close to each other
fantasies and flailers spill across the floor
macabre of candy
basslines of benevolence
broken over beats
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