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.