first stoli.

Men become women and
the women don beards.
There's glitter and neon
shining tight through the smoky haze.

Everywhere there's movement
and everyone is moving
together in a mating ritual
that's completely new to me.
Boys with boys and the girl in the corner
has her tongue down Gina's throat.

Billy Blue gives me a smoke
then drags us around the dance floor.
Somewhere along the way
you found some guts and took a chance,
only to end up with The Old Guy.

Pink Lesbian grinds against Blond Straight Girl
in an effort to convert her, not realizing that
BSG loves Bald Straight Guy; they've been
bumping uglies all night.

The sin is palpable, delicious
and intoxicating in the darkest
way possible.
Like a train wreck, I want to look away.
But I can't.