The gatekeeper showed me into the gloom;
through thick leather flaps, he renewed my doom.
In a shrunken way, lost souls played the game;
in a drunken haze, men sprayed walls with shame.
Men cavorted before grateful strangers;
too easy to ignore shameful dangers.
They slaved to the whim of many partners;
they caved to the grim devils and monsters.
They groped along halls of gooey darkness;
flashes of moist flesh held by a harness.
Detested zombies tagged, drained and then crawled;
molested bodies gagged, chained and left sprawled.
Eyes bled disgust and shame clawed our skin;
flies buzzed self-righteous in the endless din.
Conspicuous cheats nailed each filthy queen;
vacuous beats failed to improve the scene.