It’s hard to dance with the devil in your pants.
So very hard to dance, with the devil in your pants.
If you have to dance.
Take the devil from your pants.
Place the devil on a sponge.
And scrape him over grunge.
Then flush him down the can.
And you can dance once again.
This is possibly the stupidest poem I’ve ever written, and that’s saying something.
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