Enemies, we,
laugh, smile, and sing,
and fling ourselves
willingly into debauchery.
The frazzled lightbulbs
flicker dramatically,
amplifying the clarity
of everything they see.
My partner and I
proceed now with ease,
toward the sewer's
fresh effluvia release,
nodding our noggins
to the songs that we sing,
mere mimics of the lyrics
of some bygone brand's breed.
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