They said I could dance if I wanted,
But I didn’t pay them no mind.
I said my friends don’t dance
And since they don’t dance
I’ll happily respond in kind.
They said I could wink if I wanted,
Use my privilege as a white male,
But if the non-dancers
Spew their postmodern cancers
Then I’ll probably end up in jail.
The jail guys dance if they wanna.
They’ll dance with convict behinds,
And since they’re “oppressed”
They don’t second guess
To ask if their partner minds.
So thanks but no thanks to the dancing.
I’ll enjoy my private gloom
‘Cause I don’t want the event
Of past-tense non-consent
To be my freedom’s doom.