Night
You got a choice kid
Its go time, flight or fight night
This haunted carnival ride tilts
My world, a real fright night
Heave hoe down for a Sunset Strip search
Her clothes slid off, a sore sight night
Slow jam these traffic veins
Dilute these dreams, another neon light night
Whiskey saloon, head slung over
The lamp shades wobbling, too bright night
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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