Music

I don’t go to fit in.
I don’t go for the pit.
I don’t go for the merchandise.
I go for the music.

I don’t go to get the best picture.
I don’t go because it was cheap and something to do.
I don’t go to show off my fashion sense.
I go for the music.

I sing every word.
I dance like I’m alone.
I get to the front, not to touch his crouch
But to enjoy the music.

It’s about the music,
Not the new clique,
Not the pictures,
Not the mosh pit,
Not to fit in,
It’s about the love of the music.

Poem by Dancing Queen

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