The rhythm just lazies around.
In plain sight.
Not hiding.
Slow work.
Dance to the deadbeat.
It's easy to catch it.
It does its own thing.
It's worthless.
Catch it.
Move uour feet.
Clip your hip.
Twist a knot.
Loosen up.
Rig
Rig
Rig
Now stop it!
Go!
Go!
Go!
The deadbeat is sweet.
No sweat.
No work.
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