Free To Be Freaky

So bored am I

with my grind of a life

I hop into a pharma cab

to whisk me away

from this gray state of monotony..

A zombie cabby

of questionable morality

takes me on a surreal trip

and drops my soon to be sore ass

deep into the murky mist

of party down Apocalypse..

The evening is replete
with sinners and fake saints
casually intermingling

in a steamy cauldron
beneath neon illumination

bathing our congregation crew

in a soothing bluish hue..

When the moon finally retreats
our hypocrisy is complete
as all pretenses

of stifling normality

we wore previously

spill out onto the street

along with us denizens

of liberating debauchery 

Those of us weary participants

who are still upright

hug and do a numbers exchange

so that we may keep in touch

with new found freaky friends

who like us have to assimilate again

into a repressed society

none of we mutants understand