I could dip you backCompletely touching the groundIf you would fall loosely enoughIn my arms like a wet hot towelThere’s something to beSaid for being a good dancerA favorite beverage ‘Down the hatch!’Like a tasty drink rousingHot in the bellySwinging casting shadows in the grassHollow echos from the pastTo die some from thisConundrum of conformityA little sacrifice to save livesI never thought people couldGive that up you know dancingDisdainfully and ravenouslySo no care for reallyHelping others eitherOr actually anyoneBut themselves…