Wednesday, August 12, 2009

insobriety

Bright nights, big fights
stolen purses and neon lights,
clambering, stammering
blurring, slurring,
Standards dropped as bottles popped.

Skirts up, skirts down,
Liquored up, they hit the town.
Insobriety in high society
Hard beats on dirty streets,
Censored lust beneath the sheets.

Scotch on ice, bad advice,
Kills and thrills for admission price,
Heart tattoos, perilous views,
Broken shoes and heartless ruse.

Dawn drawn, filled with scorn
In morning light they are reborn
Buttons done, hair in buns,
Moonlit shadows harshly shun.

Bright lights, civil rights
In hope they wait for foolish nights.

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