Act
Three’s the dance act
with
the alien.
Unlike
the first two acts,
sesquipedalian
it
ain’t. We go for mono-grunts
and
soft shoe glides.
The
music’s punky funk.
No
waterslides
or
other fancy stage tricks
will
you find.
Act
Three is when you get
to
lose your febrile mind
and
funny body.
Had
to end someday.
A
trifle shoddy.
But
that’s the play.
.
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