The Party’s Over
The party’s over, she said with venom,
dressed in denim with a long pullover.
It’s time to call it a day. You’ve hooked me
bought my silence. Now I can only mime.
It was the crack, the Devil’s dandruff dealt
by the mad jester who bragged, was sleazy.
began to pester for easy money.
It was the loud bang of that burst balloon
that hangs in the room, limp as a low moon.
Around that dim light we floated and danced,
it felt right we’d survive on disco ground.
No chance to fulfil crazy dreams. Wake up, pay
and take off that make up you hide behind.
The party’s over.
You’re not my friend.