Streets so wide
Evil in them, the pride
Behind thinly curtained windows, the blessers' pride
Young girls' relevance the decadence's aside
Prudence and self-restraint yet forever divine
The Hockey Club; no hockey players
The celebrated and finest in society, the moral slayers
Whoever squeals to reveal, them safeguard with prayers
Greed breeds speed for social decay, burden to the taxpayers
Hockey Club but no hockey players
The secrecy, the beauty, the glamour
The power, the occult, the clamour
Models, fast lane, fast cars, splendor
Maserati, Lamborghini, Bugatti for the pretty and slender
The dark, the orgies, travels, symbols and emblems, the obvious danger
They have set the pace into space
The naïve will miss the risk in the race
And be lost in the messy maze
Liked and spiked for the sleazy phase
Debauched and left in a daze
21 November 2020
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