Dances of Deception

By Cliff Lake

 

Dances of Deception

 

Hanging on to your job with the mightiest retention,

Forking your tongue since your employment’s inception.

Struggling against the process of natural selection,

You began your dances of deception.

 

Fact and rumor you gather to your collection,

For later use to salve imagined rejection.

Feeding on growing feelings of dejection,

Turning tightly in your dances of deception.

 

DANCE!

Maybe we won’t notice as you change your stance.

DANCE!

We’ll clap harder at your savvy prance.

DANCE!

Go ahead and ignore those ethics cramps.

This may just be your last chance,

So dance, damn you, dance!

 

Working ever harder against your self-perception,

Loving and hating any increase in attention.

Wondering and worrying at every vocal inflection,

Twisting faster in your dances of deception.

 

DANCE!

Maybe we won’t notice as you change your stance.

DANCE!

We’ll clap harder at your savvy prance.

DANCE!

Go ahead and ignore those ethics cramps.

This may just be your last chance,

So dance, damn you, dance!

 

Attempting to decode every statement’s reception,

Advancing all ideas as if they were correction.

Did you think you would always avoid detection,

Collapsing at last in your dances of deception.

 

DANCE!

Maybe we won’t notice as you change your stance.

DANCE!

We’ll clap harder at your savvy prance.

DANCE!

Go ahead and ignore those ethics cramps.

This may just be your last chance,

So dance, damn you, dance!

 

Cliff Lake 8/12/1998

Copyright © Clifford Lake 1998

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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