The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls . . .
Simon and Garfunkel
Well, here I am. I'm out on the floor again and I can hear the music starting up. Great! I think I'm finally ready to dance. But wait a minute . . . this isn't a floor; it's asphalt! Good grief, we're out on the street!
Oh no, I don't think I signed up for this. I thought this was going to be a nice, controlled Christian dance in the church gymnasium you know, a lot of nice Christian folks from similar backgrounds finally getting to do what we couldn't do when we were younger. We were going to have a nice clean time dancing to Christian music no dirty dancing, of course just something like sanctified aerobics.
This isn't fair! Somebody turned my nice, safe party out into the streets. Who are these people, anyway? I feel so strange here. The music's loud, the costumes are bizarare, I can't tell if these people are laughing or crying. Should I be around them? . . . What if I get some incurable disease?
This isn't safe; this definitely is not safe. I thought this was going to be an entirely different dance.
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