Misty with the butterfly tattoo
Travels light
Glides through this life
riding rainbows at night
Constantly suckling
the nectar of neon flowers
that line Pleasure Boulevard
The city is her playground
but the lifestyle exacts a price
Those Hellish morning afters
take a heavy toll
on those who still
cling to remnants of their souls
The truth of this future abyss
hangs over all creatures
of the Party Tribe
The sun always rises
Burning away those
convenient denials
that darkness protects
As Misty once again
kneels before her porcelain throne
and purges the poisons accumulated
from the evening's debaucheries
Foggy reflections
yield to the reality
of the throbbing day
Her chemically compromised body
does not bounce back like it used to
One last self confession
seeps through her walls
of hedonistic obsessions
In order to survive
she must someday
grow up
Fly away
and permanently leave
Never Never Land behind
That will be a sad day
Because adulthood
is such the grim grind
But at least she'll possess
in her memory bank
many gloriously fun stories
which is more
than most of us responsible
stay at home types can say
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