Why?

The city is truly alive at night:
Streetlights glaring
Car horns blaring -

And inside is a different sight:
Strobe lights flashing,
Music crashing -

But the dancing
and the clubbing
is never enough.
Not for clubbers who'd rather do different stuff.

The morning after the night before
There's broken bottles on the floor.

Why?

The End

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