The Night Life
The nightlife!
Like potent owls of nature
we become vibrant in the night.
Daylight circumvented by sleep.
This nightlife is a buzz..
The streets are flooded
substance abuse increasing drastically.
Morals become looser on hips,
values no longer fit our style.
This nightlife is brutal...
In the mist of tobacco
the burden of reeking beer
I struggle to see a light.
We have become oppressors
of our own tomorrow.
This nightlife corrupts...
The night life disguised as fun.
Steals dreams and ambition,
manipulates the dress code
of success to seem of grief.
This life has left me weak
inseparable from a tot
My lungs seem reliant on
what seems fun to a teenager
I am filled with aggression
insomnia a lifestyle.
If only in my more fragile years
I realized that school rhymed
with cool.
I would have been right
In avoiding the night..
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