No more, no less than a seriously deranged prancer
A dancer only ever in the eyes of those oh so far from professional it really is quite embarrassing
Disguise everything, getting by on a most flagrant wing ‘n’ a prayer – namely one such audition where she manages to somehow, anyhow make the entire thing up
Fake. It.
One. Ecarté . Derrière. At. A. God. Awful. Time.
Blinding these each ‘n’ every ‘yes-man’ minion eyes all over again
Then, her toes come crumbling on down – some kind, any kind of karma indeed
And BREATHE…

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