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Poets and artists

Carpe Noctem

Sashaying arm-in-arm through clubs and bars
They razzle-dazzle in their spike-heeled shoes,
Spaghetti-strappy tops and push-up bras,
Low-slung hipsters show G-strings and tattoos
And pierced navels. Drop-dead gorgeous groups
Ricochet round dance-floor, bar and loos,
Propelled by power that never flags nor droops
(or vodka shots and multi-coloured booze).
Armed to the teeth with lip gloss, cash and comb
They party ’til the last bar closes down,
Wolfing hot-dogs as they swagger home –
On Fridays, when the girls go on the town.
Rip-roaring girls, you’re diamond hard and bright:
You reach out with both hands and seize the night.