Commence, if you must,
the conversion
of tulips to Celsius,
anger to kilometers,
and magenta to something
ending in zero.
But pray keep the pint
to remind us we're no gods.
We are human and we thirst,
both for perfection
and for beer.
I step left. You step right.
We mirror.
I step right. You step left.
We fluster.
Hop left. Hop right.
Hmm.
Head bob. Hand clap.
Hip shake. Finger snap.
Caught here strangers
in this life,
we dance.