Elaine's Dance Acrostic

Twist of pitches and starts spill into something
Akin to a funky fail, a super fly hip-jive-thumb-a-ride
Reggaeton, a limby frenzy violent enough to satisfy
Any die-hard Ardha enthusiast, a seventies disco-ball
Near-death experience that fascinates horror-stricken
Traffic-jammed looky loos like a head-on collision.
It’s 150-decibels of close-eyed and quadrisinister
Spasms shrieking, It ain’t never 'bout nothing but
Me and the music, baby!

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