Check your egos at the door,
Leave your guns and, furthermore,
Make your way onto the floor –
There’s always room for just one more.
The gangsters and the rappers too
Will likely have more bling than you
But that won’t stop the funky beat
From whipping up a tasty treat.
‘Cause, in the end, who really cares
Just who submits to stupid dares?
We’re all here to have some fun –
For that, you will not need a gun.
Stephen Tomkins
18 January 2019
Sydney