Dancing In The Dark

The strobe lights are flashing,

And the gyrating bodies on

The dance floor are sweaty,

Grinding against each other

With drunken looks in their

Eyes, hands groping where they

Shouldn't be. Giggling girls

That have ingested way too much

Alcohol than is wise tumble

And stumble about, eyelashes fluttering.

It's dark, the place not too well lit,

And the few light bulbs are flickering,

Threatening to go out at any second,

But the dancers don't care, they just continue.

The End

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