Putrid People Pusher

I've come to terms with the lengths of your arms,

learned through the dances of ours, and now,

my memory serves an important reminder

of how far you can push -

one person, when a party surrounds,

and tells you to take your feet off the ground

to float upon the strength of their arms,

so you float

and you see

every person beneath your feet,

and you forget,

they are not your ground,

you cannot stomp on heads,

and expect to sleep in our beds,

for your smell is putrid, and i already regret,

letting you stay in and stain my bed with your sweat.