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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Got a belly full of booze and I Feel like tripping the light fantastic, Dancing with the devil in the pale Moonlight, whatever you want to Call it, I feel like dancing! Doing the two step shuffle And wiggle my get along, twirling And twirling, fall down a bit but The blood will dry, as I don't skip A beat. I'm a dancing magician tonight! People laughing or turning away real quick. They are all afraid of me in my drunken Ecstacy, not wanting to admit they wish They had the free will to throw down the Briefcases and do a little jitterbug. I'm Fred without Ginger, game without an Umbrella, Baryshnikov with out shoes, I'm Dorothy prancing down the yellow brick road I'm a fool doing the fools dance for the Kingdom of You. Km prancing fool! Someone throws a nickel, another a rock. Slowing down a bit so I go into a waltz with A stick for a partner, oh what a sight I am. Seems like the po-po are interests too. Bad critics they are, those artless souls. My dancing is my color in the black and White world, in my head a Jim box playing The songs that make me cry and celebrate My life as it is now, not what it was because "what it was" is but a faint folly. Dance on. I am done now, panting, breeding, and drunk. I cry some tears of a moron confused In his Shell of nonexistence. I am so tired, the crowd Is gone. I huddle against a wall and him A little ditty that echoes off the walls and Dances in the air.
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