Even though there were few yellows,
Drawn strung exits,
saw eclectic dens,
fitted out with orange velour sofas that were past it.
In our absence,
rats pissed in the place,
where kids lost purity.
Sought any sort of something.
That wasn't short,
The sting of fizzed left winged birds,
and doses that could turn lights out.
We all wished we were somewhere?
Else we all cared less,
Confession led bleedin hearts.