Poppers in the hair , cheer in the air

Glasses floated on here and there,

Dresses caressed and cheeks kissed ,

At the back , frowned and hissed.

Pride was held and pockets filled ,

Together they boasted and killed .

Cared for none , knew no fun ,

But stood out a setting sun.

Loner , he was , and,

Drowning deep down ,

Into the swamps of swank.

Stretched out no hands ,

Peeped out no eyes ,

For all was cheer and dear there.

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