Flirting with danger

Fucking with drugs

Mixing sedatives and stimulants

Only cancels out the incoherence

That takes place in the dimly lit alley ways

And the rancid piss-soaked toilet stalls



In the boom boom room

Where sweat drips off the ceiling and down your neck

The lights flicker, dance and change colour

Mirroring the altered states of our collective subconscious



In this heaving lung of a semi-dark room

A thousand miniture glowing red lights

Sways and welcomes you

Into a poppy field of burning cigarette eyes



The pills spill down the gullet

The coke vacuumed up the nasal cavity

And the beer swilled into the gut

If we feel like shit tomorrow

We can sedate the Sunday psychosis

With a little bit of luck

And some heroin

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