I went clubbin' on Thursday night and nothing there was out of sight for me Drunken fat heads drink and shout While too-curvy vixens grind about each other A girl playing pong Wanted me around, her good luck guy she called me but it got to be a chore a bore, a snore to grant her such a service in one corner out of the light a dark hair siren dosed out of her mind she let me sit by hand on my thigh and bit me on the neck a kiss I returned only to be spurned too kind for what she had in mind a shake of the head and she gave me the slip and i became a radar blip I walked away check out center stage where perfect nines are dancing take it off, take it off to the crowd's delight club drunken hotties feel no fright now some girls wanna dance but I can't take that chance I just want a friend so this night can end in some love a pleasant conversation and more down the line are goals to which I'm more inclined cause these short fuse kicks last just an hour and one night stands only sap my power last call, and I leave alone and with a lightly sad heart, I head for home i'm no judge, and i don't care to blame just means its time to refine my game
Very nice piece. The style with which you began reminded me of Mike Myers in a movie (can't think of the name of the movie right now) where he was receiting poetry at an "open mic" night at some club. Edited to provide the name of the movie: So I Married An Axe Murderer
