Friday night, this is the party night!nSuch the perfect night, to stay separated from our mindsnTen yards away is the drunken clamor, of pacified suburbanitesn(Bottles clanking, fives slapping, senses numbing)nJosh is above the disconnect, and privilege that plague our timesnThat plague our timesnRaise your flag to the wolvesnA fire in celebration to him and in ragenFor all the people swallowed whole and ignorednTagged scary by precious daddy's girlsnLeft in fields to crack in the sunnLike a wolf of neglect, seek comfort within your den