Sixties beat overlaid on

                        a mad tin can

   slipping and sliding like the rythmn


                          and ignoring the rest,
                                                                     funny how we like it?

don't you think?

                                    i want to dance like a sixties mod rocker

                                      i want to do it all the time, even when

                                                   i know i shouldn't
(don't tell me I shouldn't)

                                           don't you? 

The End

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