Poem of the Day:

Big Night Out 24-7

There's a rave inside my head,
With pounding beats and shufling feet,
And hundreds upon thousands of voices.
Reaching for the lasers, stumbling through the smoke machines of my mind,
My common sense is wankered and almost blind.
I don't know what to make of this brouhaha.
I'm starting to get all para.
Methinks it's about time for a break, time for some fresh air, time to leave the venue.
But how can I leave when this mess is in my head?

Tim'05

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