Broken Star Streets
Slamming the night like 90-proof drinks,
Stilettos click along broken star streets.
Spinning like wolverines in a badass heat.
Swallow the strobe lights-puke up the beat.
Time cracks when black knights blitz.
When suave turns into busted dream liars.
When cherries are on fire, and nobody gives two s.
Midnight blindsiding every angel-
everyone is riding a Mexican golden kite.
Dresses are smoking, every second running a little bit higher.
Concrete shacks turned into pulsing crystal ritz.
Everywhere pink potholes and slippery pricks.
Night winding down, henchmen move in.
Last call of their lives is etched on the wind.
Glitter backsliding into graffiti and grit.
All the good vibes slammed into bed.
Red bleeding into blue bleeding into half past dead.
The fun is at an end
Ninety proof black knights, chest to chest.
Spraying threats like 38 calibers led.
Youth floating down bottlecap alley ...quite dead.
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