I no longer dance

I’m drunk on this juice

This juice that you got me drinking 

All of you…. this bull shit juice

An excuse to watch me vicariously fly through a storm of utter shit and destruction

And

Now I’m wasted on this juice 

Dancing to a song with a beat that does not exist

Everyone is looking at me 

Like I’m some blundering fool.

 too quiet to tell me 

That I’m dancing horribly off beat.

My feet| are| off   |beat

I don’t take center so much

My disposition is usually passive

Yet, 

Why won’t someone tell me I was doing the cha cha slide the wrong way?

Shit! I slid to the right, when asked left!

I didn’t hop no time, I just actively nodded while bending both knees

And my cha cha was far from smoothe

I know that ignorance is bliss, but fuck you.

I thought I was cool

Instead I was fool

And 

you all cheered me on

When I was doing the wobble dance standing in one place

In my eyes I was wobbling with grace

But no.

I was wobbling like a goon

A nipple baring red bottom jeaned buffoon.

One day I won’t have to dance

I’ll just make money moves

Sober from my own dough

But right now I am Shawty

And Shawty just got low low low low low low

During the macarena