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| - In Alessia Cara's words "I'll be ova here"
I didn't want to come, but did for my friends
The crowds of youngins had me frettin' in fear
But at first, I gotta admit, it wasn't the end,
Of the world. You see, i was trippin' 'cuz i thought
'My gawd, this is guna suck so much'
But in consideration of what I bought
I gotta say it was not as bad as such
Though to be honest my friends were reeling
Into a mid-life-crisis way too early
Had me thinking, had me feeling
Things I thought I'd never feel, surely
But if it had to come to this i'm glad
That my friends chose this place
'Cuz even though it got pretty bad
I'd say, before that, this was a kool space
And I guess for the price it was pretty damn decent
Though their bar talents lack beyond words
No smirnoff ice, no caesers, no mixology recent
And the dj blows, not worth "u should've heard"
My friends had fun and danced to the 80s
The MC was chill, but the DJ just sloppy
With some spice girls and tunes from the 70s seemed lazy
And after 11 the songs went hip-hop-y
So as the youngins poured in, in numbers a many
I took my cue to go home and headed
To grab my coat and pay my last penny
In the taxi I realized "Not as bad as I dreaded".
------------- Installment 3 of poetry reviews.
All in all: if you're over 30 and have a slight pang for a night out dancing to remind you of your 20s, go ahead and check this place out on a Saturday between 7pm to 11pm. Then get the hell outta there 'cuz it be crazy.
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