The Dancefloor

In the dim and misty den

Many come, women and men

Pulsating music, flashing lights

Fun but sometimes carnal delights

Gyrating bodies and swaying hips

Many kissing strangers' lips

Cares and concern all but abandoned

Mistakes made but never learned

Morality is non-existent

Sexuality and lust is persistent

Intoxicating spirits and wines
Turns many a prince into swines

The curse and bane of many

Unable to resist the female fanny

Gone are the days of joy

Nothing left but someone's discarded toy

Emptiness ensues, encroaches

Satisfaction and simple joy beyond our reaches

Curse and swear if you must

Your heart, your head you cannot trust

Try as you might not to be a whore,

But fail you will while you are on the dancefloor