In The City Of Angels Ii Poem by June FeirCruz

And the night life in The City of Angels
The beautiful people and the wannabes rub elbows at The Standard
Hershey's Kisses shaped domed water beds, where pairs canoodle
Boyfriends, girlfriends and new hook ups alike.

Dancing the night away, women in short skirts gyrate the night away.
While keeping unwanted wolves at bay
'You're not my lover stranger'
'Get your grubby hands off me'.

Security guards roam the floor
Making one feel secure as they should
Afterall, they make you pay an arm and a leg
And you're not even inside the door.