Seven hours passed as she danced
With a fervor
That didn't last

There were fire works which popped
Due to an inspiration in art
Which was bound to stop

We are ******
We can't duck
Our time here ain't much

Look at these stars which twinkle with illusion
Of money, claps, an ego in fusion
Oh the illusion

Fast, slow, type and low
This voice and that voice
Just another invoice

Too many red letters
Sent to one another
Which were a return to sender

Help this time?
Just another speedy
Rewind

We do not need help
We have it all here
In nature we only fear

To wait
To wait
To wait

For what?

That big break?
That political debate?
That juicy steak?

Satisfy a saturated empty soul
Thousands dead in endless holes
There are dice needed to roll

Enter
Leave
Re-enter
You've got
The disease