People walk the streets,
Click, click, clack.
Around here, that is not really the case.

An affluent community,
My town is pretty silent after dark.
Unless you look in the right places.

Basements bustle,
As another party takes place.
Another one that I care not go to.
I have never really been one for large crowds,
Mostly because I prefer not to risk to recognition.

Somewhere around here,
Kids are shooting up drugs
And taking shots.
Blunts laced with that old girl
Give off a thick skunk smelling smoke.

These kids don't even know
That Molly's dancing in their lungs tonight.

So, that is all well and good.
My friend's **** was laced one time,
But it did not bother her.
So what about something with a little more of an edge?

You are still at one of those parties,
Whether it be in a garage or a basement,
Or if you're lucky, in someone's backyard.
You've had a bit to drink,
And some devilishly handsome boy comes up to you.
The question is posed:
"Would you like to come upstairs?"

You would prefer to stay down here,
But suddenly, you feel dizzy.
You do not remember what happens next,
Except that you wake up in a bed,
To that same boy getting off of you.

You feel like you are going to throw up,
And it is not just from the hangover,
Or from the drugs he slipped in your cup.

Would you press charges?
If it was not simply your word against is,
Maybe.
But you know better.

You have heard of other girls coming out about their assault,
And they have been ridiculed and publicly shamed.
Plus, they would know you were drinking.

But oh, our kids would never do something like this.
These things never happen in our community.
We are a wealthy, quiet town.
Where there are more cows than people.
So we are going to sit back with our blinders on,
Even though we are leadership.
Events like these simply do not occur.

I know at least two instances in which they have.