The green lights torture the walls,
Dancers drenched in ecstasy,
Long gone,
Forever gone.

The intrusive music whines,
Shots spilling tells,
On the erring it dines,
Countless superlative trees it fells

Not vulnerable,
Or naive,
Rather incapable,
Much easier to deceive.

No one wonders,
For no one knows,
Which next? it ponders,
The prey just following where the promise goes

Strong and tasty,
That tantalizing scent,
Why so hasty?
On getting her was it bent

Unbeknownst to the prey,
Of the modern day,
"Won't you come out to play?"
And then it slay.

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