Beauty and mystery war with it all.
That banging beat has everybody boogying,
If not busting a move.
Am I the only one dancing alone?
My friends flout the freaky fellas,
If not all of them in the last few hours.
The scene is slightly disgusting, and yet amusing.
I realized it reminded me of the rutting
Of animals.
Don’'t they find this embarrassing?
Those discordant motions don’'t denote dancing
Of any kind.
And then he'’s there.
Doing the dance
Of animals.
Sir, do you know how to dance?
I can'’t convey a clear challenge
Of any kind.
I was lost to that deep drum beat.
That note so even, low, deep;
If beyond hearing, it'’s still impossible to ignore.
What time is it?
Dang, this dude just dipped me,
If not, I was saved from falling.
We must leave.
I must be awake in my 8 o’'clock class,
If not fully rested.
Is it really this late?
I wasn'’t mortified by my mutilated morals
Until morning.
