Shindig's Washout

It had a smooth start,

of a simple dine a plain thrill

The present enjoyed,

and all seems splendid frill

By its pleasantness,

rolling upwards and down

An examination,

of cotton and black town.

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Its first appearance,

the brotherhood unrepressed

Its first encounter,

the groans and moans stressed

Its first crime,

the locale in a back alley

Its first time,

the fall of mankind’s rally.

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Backfiring,

intentions impaired by care

Sorrowful,

a wound subjugated fare

Distressed,

the light collapsing in time

Distorted,

this light overture crime.

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Details run from side to side

Obscure how all this took place

Derailed intentions, gone awry

Pleasures went on sopranos

Blurry, baffled and unforeseen

Ev’rything took a tremendous volte-face…