Their eyes gleamed in the night,
perplexed, perpetuated, petrified,
gregarious fixtures devour their limelight,
Makeshift creations encircle their heads.
It was a real pain in their ***!
Why couldn't it all fly by?
Why couldn't the ***** lass be persuaded,
what would have happened to their dreams?
Dazzled and shattered on monotonous hallways,
exaggerated?