I would cavort like a cocksure cock of the walk
But I'd feel like a charlatan
I'm nobody's leader
And anyway, it's too much bother
Even hearing the cliquish clangor of social status
Makes me wince
The pecking order might at times coerce me
With some sense of moral obligation
But it can't make me dance
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