It all happens on the other side of midnight There's a different moon That shines in a different way Depending on what side you're on Music is smoking hot sweating in full swing Poems are born through a slow dance Lie's are left twelve hours behind On the other side Through a trap door Dopers are craving to score With legs intertwined An Argentine tango has arrived Giving way to a heat wave Of girls in their sky scrapper heels Working overtime Pimps have branded their cattle The moon has gone to bed And so have I
I would like to thank Guy Farmer THEPOETCOMMUNITY.COM for recently publishing this poem.