W/ TIMES CALLOUS HAND.

TIMES CALLOUS HAND.
sneak replica.

I could have danced all night,
but my legs were numb -
from the drug cocktails -
that we had done.
Though the music banged -
to the beat of our youth,
we sensed the world -
would soon need proof.
No longer eighteen.
No longer in awe.
Arthritic limbs on -
old dance floor.
Fading stars by -
twenty five.
A ghostly echo -
Stayin' alive?
Over-dosed and underdone.
I held you close.
You made me come.
I was defeated.
You won the war.
My dancing queen.
My lager whore.
My persecuted -
pop princess.
Wrinkles on faces.
Hand up dress.
A generous helping.
My cellulite friend.
The lights slowly dimmed.
We came to an end.
Through cracks in the floor -
we slipped like the sand.
The hateful advance -
of times callous hand.

Sneak.