WORLDLINESS
Yeah! yeah!! yeah!!!
They dance to tones
Dance till their heads are
Off,their bodies ache
Their feet sore
As stomach empties
Then food they look for
Struggle for it like devils
Gulp it like wolves
Drink like cows
There and then, girls
Will flock around them
Like bees in honey comb
Ants in a suger plant
Just for their perceived good
And nurtured life dispositions
Still these are cosmetics.
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