The human mating ritual set to music and drink.
Souls out for the evening,
Hoping to chance upon what they think is lacking in their empty lives.
Dancing is reduced to a small crowded square,
Where movement is restricted by hoards of colliding humanity,
Cramped together resembling a public orgy.
Thrills are cheap for those on the prowl,
While eye contact is the only prize most will take home with them tonight.
The end of the evening finds most participants inebriated, slightly hearing impaired,
Reeking the stench of tobacco, and planning when the next time they will go out club’n.
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