Open mic night

HELP! (Yeah, thatโ€™s it, thereโ€™s 
A word worth shouting
Into the crowd of strangers

Into the shivering licks
Of polyester on tweed
A line slinking out the door

And sweat, sound, shadow
Twisted into one slippery mass
Like eels in the water

Thatโ€™s what everybody
Yeah, everybody in this dump
Is singing for)

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