In frantic dances.
Hip-hoppers.
Dap rappers.
Gang bangers blinged.
And steadfast sophisticates.
In frantic dances.
Beboopers rocking pop.
And aging baby boomers groove,
On the streets and on beaches...
Wearing their flip-flops.
In frantic dances.
Elected officials calling the shots.
In frantic dances.
Nonstop as lies drop.
With a shifting of positions,
As if on thrones to sit...
In determined permanence of it.
In frantic dances.
Those smoking their weed now legally.
In frantic dances.
Religious believers quoting prophesies,
Predicting when the end finally comes...
Who amongst them will stay.
And 'who' has not obeyed must leave.
In frantic dances.
Those still pretending time for them stops.
To afford them opportunity to turn back all clocks.
In frantic dances and frenzied to a craze.
In frantic dances are moralistic critics.
In frantic dances,
Cynics represented.
In frantic dances...
Everyone is in it!
In frantic dances,
Everyone is in it.
In frantic dances.
Everyone is in it.
And everyone that is frantic,
Dances.
In frantic dances...
Everyone is in it!
In frantic dances,
Everyone is in it.
And everyone who dances,
Is frantic.
Duped in coups,
With diluted news that suits...
Uproar and riots,
Compromised and biased.
Everyone is in it!
In frantic dances.
Everyone is in it.
In frantic dances.
And everyone who dances,
Is frantic.
Duped in coups,
Or deluded fools that are muted...
Everyone is in it!
And panicks.
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