The Seven Foot Shuffle

We would know each other at a glance, if by chance coincidence, we should pass upon the street, and heavy-lidded eyes did meet. A knowing smile is quickly shared, nothing more is safely dared. We hide behind closed doors in silence, smoking weed and burning incense. We are the people of the Counter-Culture, our members grow each day in numbers. We sometimes trip, and often stumble, trucking along doing the Seven Foot Shuffle.