The Raving (An Ode)
Floatin' around, in ecstasy
With the back beat blastin', there I be
In the middle of the floor, all flailin' my arms
To the choons blastin' out like fire alarms
In the booth, the DJ dominatin'
Me zoned out, don't care who be hatin'
Dancin' to and fro, and spluttering and huffering
Breathless like I sang Kate Bush's "Heights... Wuthering"
In the zone, all alone in the crowdedest place
So full of bliss, don't even mind if ma face
Looks kind of stupid, all freakin' out and shizzzzzzzzz
We're all in dis together, and it's quite exquiz-
Type: art.poetry.original
Produced by: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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