Every evening dressed up in fine dresses come young people to my club.
In their eyes I see the desires they wish to fulfill while filling alcohol tub.
With every puff of smoke their throats throw out,
Their confidence gets stout.
They are people with goals to achieve,
Behind their smiles, they keep a knife if in need.
They celebrate, in jubilation often make statements,
The house charged with pelvic energies.
In the group of boys you see a sort of competition,
In girls you see the award of the function.
They both driven by nature hone their skills,
Before coming, they often have practiced certain drills.
They have walked the body, and words before,
What they bring here is all manufactured, nothing raw.
Then they begin to dance,
Without saying anything, they begin to pounce,
As the lights get dimmer, their glands grow sugary,
Salts in their pants, Hands often speak jiggling.
Here they all laugh, thinking what a day it was.
New love, new friends, everything of class.
Here they'll imagine that life is so good.
Nobody, not even I tell them,
Beyond these walls, life still is so brute.
Maybe, they know this part,
That's what brings them here,
To forget the ordeals of truth.
But mine is a ocean of diverse sharks.
Not all those who come are so sharp.
Some are taken by a web of lies,
Spiders everywhere , prying eyes.
Beauty searches wealth,
Wealthy seek a body of silk,
Doesn't matter what blood you are ,
You got to have some milk.
If you aren't rich,
forget friendship,take a flip.
The world here spews glamour,
They all expect something in exchange for favour.
This club is a sort of college.
Here we have had a million grads.
We teach the Students about the world as it is.
It is a lab to test mediocrities.
You pay hefty sum for the courses,
You get back a banging success.
The certificates are awarded in their hearts.
When they leave the last step,
They are already experts.
That's all about night parties.
Come to us, to be and join the group of smarties

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