The Velvet Ropes

Where do the good girls go When the velvet ropes Are stretched and snapped closed The entrance blocked Admission denied After long, their stand, in line The music in the distance Danced to by others The passed buffet bounties Held back from their hungering lips The valet parked cars, stacked deep As it is time to trail on home, alone With only the sound of their own footsteps To keep time as time flips then the middle finger One more time. One last time. How, again, this time Where do the good girls go When the velvet ropes Are seemingly everywhere Denying them the nightlife, the good life, the right life Making mocked examples of their desire to be amongst The laughter, the levity, the luscious leftover looks In the morning of the night before