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Dance Floor
These men annoy me,
and so I tease them.
They troll the dance floor
like the sharks in Nelson Bay,
confident and blind,
bottom-feeders,
their heads swollen with assumptions,
clueless that we might be dancing
just because we enjoy it.
They dream a world
where we are eager,
merchandise on display,
hoping that one of them
will say hello.
and so I tease them.
They troll the dance floor
like the sharks in Nelson Bay,
confident and blind,
bottom-feeders,
their heads swollen with assumptions,
clueless that we might be dancing
just because we enjoy it.
They dream a world
where we are eager,
merchandise on display,
hoping that one of them
will say hello.
Published 27th Apr 2016
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