One, two, three
one, two, three,
the music
goes on.
The music goes on,
but my role here is wrong.
Starting on right,
when I should be left.
"Back," no, forward
Can I go? "Not yet"
"Ladies, ladies, one more time"
Why?
I don't want to dance,
It just isn’t working.
I am recalcitrant,
obsolete and apprehensive.
Animosity overpowered
by apathy.
They don't know me,
and deride those like me.
Yet I'm
too tired to argue,
too hurt to not care.