Mona Lisa Mosh Pit
Bumping pushing jostling
Trying to catch a glimpse
Shoving elbowing jumping
Fresh bruises swelling like blimps
Cameras lifted high
Praying for a good one
Of a lady locked in glass
Isolated from everyone
Cameras clutched tightly
Don’t lose your grip
Scroll through the memory
To see the blurry pic
Try as you might
You can’t seem
To see the lovely lady
With a smile thin as a seam
Bumping pushing jostling
Trying to get free
Shoving elbowing jumping
The Mosh Pit for the Lady
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