Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Dance Class- by: unknown forgotten

I'm loaded with anticipation
Armed to the barrel with forth sight
I'm glazed eyed by the warm wind
Blown over by the numb rubbery hands
The same ones that make me dance in my marionette like life

Dance boy
Little do those hands know
I've cut the wire long ago
Oh so long ago,
I'm salsa dancing on your dead grandma's grave

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