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We should be freakier

Oh captain my captain,
hold my napkin,
let me do the flapping.

I stand on the table,
covered with white cloth
And start dancing like a moth,
while sipping my scotch,
out of the half emptied glass.

Gravitated by the moonlight
that tears through the clouded night,
I announce,
Welcome to the freak show,
you geeks.