Spin, tile, spin
of black and white and yellow and speckled
Don't let the horror beyond these laces
stand crooked,
nerves breathless,
to dummy among those so fitfully awake
Tan, confident men in gold chains
Shy, select girls in pink pullovers of mink
Them that do look, see the ticks ahead
and tock along with their steps, yeah walk ahead
while I remain down,
spinning
tile with my feet
How can I step sly with the weight in my head?
So spin, tile, spin
Just spin
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