Debauchery in all its forms
Spread exotic flavours
All around
While the sun rises at midnight
And sets in the summertime.

Men meet demises
Shaped to flies and dragons
Hitched to neon wagons
Leaving trails of bags of potato chips

Crunch crunch, as he crossed the river
To meet his future,
Composed of worry and closure and quiet,
While inflated snakes snapped at his heels.


That's all for now.