these people who can’t dance
have never
ever
done anything with their lives
raised no kids no animals
built nothing just bought consumed
but be safe play safe
worry about what
the neighbours may think
changing cars to show out
wearing nothing but pastels
beige some kind of fawn
& when they try to attack
sniping by text dead emails
even then they miss the chance
to dance get out to play
half assed insults that bounce off
insipid lukewarm elide of snide
in case of physical response
losing another attempt at life
living with the heat of anger
blast of air on their faces
but no another beige day
half assed attack of the greys