when victory comes
Dances across sad stories
more than a mere dance
to fritter away
the pangs and pants
of the brewing pains
Dance away mores
That keep you in pang
Twisting your twisted pain
With no relief
nor a respite of sigh heaved
Drunken dances
Much better
Better still reckless dancing
To the world they utter guiles
And speak about your insanity
Every day dance unleashes
Doses of the derring do
It cost not a dime to dance
Nor does it cost a dime to sing?
O dance dance dance dance dance
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