Ain’t No Time

for sacharine-limbed, sortta sweet-ridin’ your way through this highly shifted-into-overdrive life; no need for greased-up, slipperier-than-sin lips tombloading unending lies into the mainstream; no cause for renegade-grenade, bomb-blasting madness; and definitely no room for gun-wieldin’, hyperbolic, psychotic slam dancin’, when what the world needs now is a cheek-to-cheek, hip-to-hip slow shuffle in this human dance hall where utter madness and catastrophe continually vie to be our dance partners.

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