Life of the Party

Tonight is the night of promising temptations

 

The dancefloor is full of sinners

And sinners dressed as saints

Groping their way in the dark

Blinding themselves in colorful lights

 

They have smoke in their eyes

And beer in their bellies

 

They drown in bitter elixirs

That give them the confidence

To be what they can't really be

And do what they can't really do

 

They have cigarettes in their mouths

And sweat on their backs

 

They put their hands up

Like fools surrendering

To their temporary pretend selves

Waving goodbye to the realities outside

 

They have bottles on their hands

And sex in their minds

 

Their bodies seek for attention

Their tongues long for some action

They are beheld as kings of nothing

With cheap crowns of deceit and disguise

 

They have guilt in their guts

And conscience on the air

 

But they don't care

They float in madness

They kiss their own asses

And they dance to forget

 

And when it's over, they're sober

They go home and regret.

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

I cannot even begin to tell you how much I loved this piece...you have hit the nail straight on the head with this one. Excellent job. That final stanza, those last two lines, absolutely phenomenal ending. Seriously good work here. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

-kimmer