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"Just like this poem, ammaright?" by Jimmie Cannibal

The disco ball was turning.
The dance floor was burning.
But everyone decided to stay.

Water came down.
The people would drown.
In an excellent ecstasy state.

The DJ was killing.
The music was thrilling.
And ecstasy turned into hate.

And then they played Justin Bieber or something, which was incredibly lame.

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The disco ball was turning.

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