The party took place half way between the eastern and western zones of town
On a slope slap bang on the backside of town
Afternoon got drunk and drooped, so the sun slowly makes it's way beyond
Illuminating the party slope under some pretty gnarly rooty ficus
Early evening bares it's teeth greedy hungry for both food and trouble
Chaos ensued beautifully as many late teens lost to the bottle unraveled
Smoking and shouting and fighting on that backside slope of town
There were not enough locals to disperse the rowdy lot
So the party's turmoil brewed a true sense of sporadic havoc
The locals that attempted to break it up got pushed down the slope
Again and again until these old ones just lay at the bottom exhausted
For the young this was as exciting as their lives would ever be
So the local bar and restaurant owners gave up
And just let them self destruct
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