My brain would empty the discos

It would have grown
men stopping in the street,
crying at the sunny pointlessness
of spending one more moment inside.

"Translucent jellyfish gurgle through the watercooler,
suggests David in foreign rights
who cannot stop using his imagination.
"The honesty of bubbles,
admits Janet, the newly promoted artistic director.
"Singing is easier than thinking, he replies.

National Anthems become rehearsed mass apologies,
mannered admissions of weakness,
eighty-thousand stutter and humbly scratch their wrists.
Football songs are scoured of hyperbole:
"We are...
one of the better teams
in the bottom half of division one in this
the 2005-6 season
...that the world has ever seen.

My brain would empty the discos.
Dancing is the opposite of thinking.