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.