This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Louisiana Tech chapter.
Dancing is sweat, the bump, and grind.
Where the body is put on cruise control
at 808 mph, the real bread of life is Pan,
as in sex and music and a pipe,
pipe as in dreams and drugs
and a room full of smoke and mirrors
on the ceiling. Karma stirred
by Kama Sutra, come get off
your high horse and play cat and mouse.