The Carlton Club

The Carlton Club is full of Bogans, bums and scenester scum.
It's serious business to appear not to be having have fun.
Drinking and puffing around tables together,
Waiting for drugs from chain-smoking boys in black leather,
who wear the same thing regardless of the weather.

I saw this girl- fake tan, blonde hair-
She wouldn’t have weighed much more than a feather.
Her sad bones jutted from her sagging skin,
I saw a smile on her face, but no happiness within.
I wonder what all this represents,
is it socialising or just a mechanism of defence?
Because it seems that a good time is only had
when medicated so much they don’t know they’re tense.