Run you ragged and leave you on the floor
coming down from a gnarly cocktail of drugs and debauchery.
The onlookers grin because they have undoubtedly been there before,
possibly even yesterday,
and there’s no distinction
between the week or weekend,
between opening and closing.
Actually,
there’s no distinction for closing times because
bars and clubs
never.fucking.close.
which is a common mistake
the amateurs make.
Starting strong in the beginning and
assuming that the venues and owners have
your best interest in mind
which is foolish
because they already have your money.
As if they would flick their lights and corral you
out into the morning light,
like good little paying penguins, but
they.don’t.care.
because for every stupid penguin that falls off the cliff,
there is always another eagerly waiting to
take the plunge.
So,
stand in line little penguin.
Pay, plunge, and
earn your stamp.
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