Rave Poem by Izik Alcox

In this smokey place the rhythms bounce from wall to wall
Bright lights strobe the crowd to the DJ's call
The bass rumbles through your every pore
The drums pounding and you scream for more
The jungle was my home
One I did roam
Masquerading as a raver
Not to fit in but to savor
A small piece of our generation
To see what was this sensation
A freaky flow of tripped out peers
Dancing to musical engineers
Ruined by the drug scene
And the immature teen
Who's trying to hard
But ends up scarred
A different atmosphere at every event
Yet the music always is there to circumvent
Candy ravers are kinda weird
Somehow they persevered
Soothers in mouth glow sticks in hand
Someday I might be able to understand
Eventually it became too much
I needed something to touch
I enjoyed my time though
In this dark puppet show