The Partygate Dance

He danced for the scribes and the hypocrites,

He danced for a tune taught by the oil rich,

he danced for the women and danced for lust,

he danced for the wealthy and danced for glee.


He danced against the laws and the protocols,

he danced against the poor and the vulnerable,

He danced for his mates and danced for cash,

He danced through criticism, danced laughing.


He danced against the police and danced for joy

as he danced from the fines and danced off free.

He danced in his dalliances, danced like a fool,

He dances and folk died, danced on their grave.


He dances to a tinny tune that we cannot hear,

He dances and flings reports to an eightsome reel,

He dances and exhausts the critics and critical,

and if justice is met he’ll be arrested, and then





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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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