Dance of the Sabbath



Damned right it's
another barn burner,
no missing this hot stone tossed &
caught by anyone foolish
enough to make a leap while looking back.

One dances to tambourine, violin,
flute or any instrument struck by a stick.

Tell my friends,
"he heard the infernal meeping &
escaped to his home

state of bilious delirium."
A cornerstone toad will point the way,
brimstone & fiddles & all the best
bands from the Grove of the Suicides.
After the reel, retire
to the flickery batcaves, hang the DJ, for
hell hath the fury & also the sound.

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