Sometimes
It's interesting
At these things
Watching the sweat
Pour from
The ceiling
Fill the floor
As sound floods
Your ears
Like every other
Pulsating vibrating sound
Produced in this
Artificial sauna and hot tub
Of supposed
Enjoyment
Some people
With no affinity
To me
On a stage
With no affinity
To them
Sweat in unison
Trapped in a sticky soup
Without our
Jungle
But amongst our
Concrete
And craving desperately
Our escape
Under the guise
Of poisoned lungs
And a bit
Of
Fresh air