Promenade Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Pretty dresses
Heels that hurt the floor
Dates all groomed, with their
Cars shiny enough to be mirrors
Admire the hair on those slick boys

Some faces in the crowd look like clowns
Nobody really eats when you get there
The music plays so loudly
But can you hear own heart?
Whispers and gossip are inevitable
Still the moon promises some fun
The disco ball is ready

Here have a seat
Pardon the empty pizza boxes
And my greasy sweatpants
Let me put
Return Of The Jedi on pause

So tell me;
How does prom feel like?