The dazed night falls in
and the music comes on
people get stamped on skin
and the lights turn neon
seductively holding the gaze
invariably ready for a fling
before parting ways
trading the final sting
unable to comprehend now
intoxicated with myths
trying to make meaning, but how
is that possible with copious riffs
slowly gulping down, swaying – unaware and carefree
bitter truth will unfold, when the bottle has emptied thee.
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