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Jan 2011
Blinding lights and
blaring music.
Colours flashing all around.
Bodies moving
to a rhythm.
Everyone spellbound.

Her hips move
with his.
Slowly left and right.
Arms shoot up
into the air.
Cheering for the night.

No voice is heard
past the boom
of DJ's chosen music.
Hypnotic stares
on every face.
The perfect evil trick.

This dancing style
we all adore
is pathetic and disgusting.
Girls shake their ***
and rub their thighs.
Incourage ***** thrusting.

The music played
is talentless.
A sore excuse for tune.
Their singing is false,
yet these are the people
in which you all swoon.

Every person
looks the same.
Dressed in what is popular.
Have no pride.
No dignity.
Since you feel like a star.

What is a dance
but one large ****?
We must all look so dumb.
And even I'm ashamed
to say
That I think they're pretty fun.
Molly Grace
Written by
Molly Grace
808
 
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