A Riot of Vanity
Lighting up your stomach,
Twirling in, the guttural approach
Pondering the, cerebral lavish
That peaked an hour ago.
Making an entrance
To a rager of cultural plagiarism
See the lights rise
In false borealis
Condensed Romance descending to the fervor of underworld bliss
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The sub woofers slicing sensation
their electric knife unleashing the spikes
Impaling judgment happily we erode
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Victimized by the dance floor
Beating our blood
Into our chest
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Asking to tell us
what we don’t have yet.
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