Dance boy, dance.
Brandish the silver, the copper or iron
whatever you think is hard enough
to bash those skulls and make you feel
titanium tough.
Charge forwards to the dance;
hurry, the system's becoming impatient
Let the knives gleam in yer hands
and dance monkey dance.
The savage dance of disposable skin:
one life ends and expectation is fulfilled.
Make the blood trickle to the floor
satisfying the fickle scoffs of the bored
watching you dance, fodder, dance to
the beat of disdain as you flush
your worthless lives down the drain.
Put on your baseball cap and
your best running shoes.
Run to the dance of raised wood
and flying bricks, crushing bone
like mangled ships.
Chew the blood, strike with closed hands;
give four-to-the-floor kicks hearing
the begs those fists cease to come around.
Dance boys, dance even
to the hissing hi-hat of that judge
who laughs pointedly when he sends you all
Down.