No matter how loud
the background chatter
I bull through bearing
his head upon the platter
storm up to you
well what now mocker?
Still that smile on her face
all I could take not to sock her
Now all the veils
are trodden in dust
and we're all back to waiting
to doing what we must
I'd ask was it worth it
did it make your day
to bring out his worst
by your dancing that way
Should I bother to say more
to try to get through
there'll always be ones
dancing heedless like you
not paying mind
to the glimpse through the veils
not paying heed
till your head's on the rails
what
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