Come inside

 The nightclub changes every weekend
dumbfounded excitement chasers buy the weekend
offer the cheap fun and euphoria thick as blood
The lights and posters trade places
the feeling desire pulse in every local person

the facade lit up neon with eye spice
holiday makers gave into temptation
throwing themselves at the big block building
where owners would come and go more frequently
overly satisfied on saturday

diminished and subdued by the bankruptcy and hopelessness
of narcotic excesses
Back to the club to clean up, the dirty mess
The mind also soiled
instinct put the club back on the market
In a few days it would be sold

drink and snought
widen that smile
That survived as a frown
from within some greyish white office
clean yet somehow dirty

hobbling home after the club had had it's way
a beautiful inversion emerging
where you the poor soul looking for a kick
swallow the juice and become the target
Of one boot falling into you at high velocity

kicking the change and sense out of you
until you are broke