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He holds his mic. like he’s sucking on a cigarette,
Sways his hips to the ambient sound
& Worships his body as if it were a god.
He sings as though he’s praying
for a chance at fame,
Though not to any God that would be familiar—
to me.
His dance is enthralling to the
young girl in the front row;
And he is enthralled with the
Estrogen.