TONIGHT’S DANCE

The night calls out with blaring horns,

Trucks and buses and uncompromising scorns,

A woman's tears heard from the balcony upstairs,

Everyone wants to judge, but no one really cares,

Then there's me, taking it all in at once,

As the haze of smoke tightens, in tonight's dance.

The night is quiet and loud as well,

In between barks and meows and tinkerbell,

It's pitch black outside, almost. Nah, not really,

The lights of the nights are needed, to think freely,

Then there's me, in my head shaped prison,

As the haze of smoke tightens, dissipating reason.

The night is dumb, and not fun any more,

No one feels rich, and everyone is poor,

My haze of smoke is tight enough, I need to go sleep,

Did what I say to her make me seem like a creep?

[expletive]

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