Looking past you, i cave into the rhythm
The fun stops with you,
So I hurdle the schism--
Beyond Miss City,
Even past ColecoVision It-bot Danseuse
(Skirmishing amongst several a' glorious fag-hag caboose),
Completely to Bunny Rabbit Priestess' Blahniks
Which singularly slam the dance-floor
When the DJ remembers Onyx.
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