One Love Potion
One love, for those who have been diagnosed with the 21st century dose. Those cats’ gangster ways sent many to early graves, but out of the street ashes a slick culture rose. Regardless of the systematic process many were embedded then opposed. A street car named desire hit the clubs and it ran rampant as many put their own stamp on it. A satire of shame and envy arose for the clock has struck midnight and the lose leaf zombies have climbed out of the lyric pit.
It is time for many to come out and play. This foggy sunshine is mocked by silent disarray. The moment for sheer power and rolling attitudes has a mighty foundation filled with more compensation. This is the true rockers destination. Motions of pure joy hug those with a lethal anger streak. Defeated dreams are turned over to these one night guides for the cultureless meek.
A hot violence erupts inside the stain of one time fame. This magic takes away so much grief and so much added shame. Is a relied upon inside substance many creep with and many then start to sleep with to enter the city of the doom? Street lamps glisten from the full moon as the midnight dancers will come down soon. This is never a sought after tune. No room is ever left for the lifeless tycoon. Buy a lunatic a still rage pill and he comes alive. The party of great wonder will arrive. Alienated festivities role into each soiree. It is now the new mind rapture of satisfied child’s play.
Copyright © Nick Alexander | Year Posted 2015
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