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Drinkin’ at
  my local
  club,
   the disco ball
    throwing light against
     it’s walls,
    my scotch is old
and warm going
down.

Developers
walked in,
and added
mango juice
to my drink.

Then walked in a
  priest, who
  adding holy water
   as a blessing.

They replaced the
  bar keep with 
   marketeers to
  to make it more
  popular and
open.

They painted the
  walls in baige and
  got rid of the man
  scent and
took away the
ball

And the club
isn’t a club
anymore.

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