Nighthawk Masquerade

Poem from Rattle in a Cage

The ballroom is filled with chaos, debutantes, and stainless steel soldiers

Greetings were choreographed by a comedian

The chandelier hangs over the melting pot with Cadillac dreams

Laughter is just as fake as a plastic credit card

Sipping on lies and guzzling down the shadows of reality

Honor among thieves is the ace of spades

Plagiarism shines in the corner as the compliments are memorized from a Hallmark card

Truth never stuttered through the double doors

Costumes reek of mediocrity and the dialogue is stale

Pride never appears as the tap shoes dance all through the hours

Berlin and Chopin soar in the air as the feet move in sync

As the night ends all of them become strangers

Entered wearing a mask and leave as someone they always wanted to be


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