crazy as a bed bug

it's painful
to watch old people
dancing,
despite
the friendly lighting
and vast amount
of alcohol
consumed, the
thump of music,
the hesitant
arms akimbo
moving awkwardly
about
as if swimming
in a terrible current.
you have to turn
your head
and refuse.
it's not
normal to be out
there shaking
your aged booty
to any old or new
tune. no.
stop the madness.
it's over, unless
it's slow,
unless it's Sinatra,
unless it's
a wedding, or
you're madly in love,
or crazy as
a bedbug in june.