Dance,
little
ant, but
first
walk
in this
direction.
No, no,
no,
quickly
and without
your
fear,
follow
down
the
same
road
you’ve
been dealt
before;
chemical
smells and
all. Let’s
write
music,
poetry, and
find
loose women
together.
But
first,
dance
a little
to
the left,
right,
and in
between
the notes
passed down
from
my generation
to
yours.

So,
dance
little
ant,
and make
believe
the
music
never
stops.

M.C. Davis