In all honesty, she couldn’t remember the last time she had gone to a club
At least not voluntarily wanting to shake her groove thang
With a group of people bumping in to her, spilling drinks everywhere
And the incessant pump of the bass from the speakers
That would just cause the ice in drinks to rattle against the glass
She was totally over that
But being in need for some extra cash
She dove back in
Not to take on the role of a fabulous bottle girl
But play police officer and make sure
That those who wanted to party paid up before stepping in
And she just couldn’t believe it
The party kids inside ranged from 18 with a possible fake id
To 22 and that was pushing it
But there were a few older men who were just weird
For crashing this childrens party
But what really got to her was the conversations she heard
What did these young girls know about serious relationships
When they were barely out of high school
Talking about certain matters with a sense of pride
As if that’s what made the grown ups
And so she wondered if that was her a few years ago
But probably not
Because generations have changed
As have social standards of communication
Now it’s all about the gram and looking good for the camera
Once upon a time, it was more about enjoying the moment
And hoping you were able to take a few pictures with your point & shoot
So that you can laugh at the proof of what happened
But times, they are a changing
And yes she will probably say the same
It makes for good stores
And good laughs
About how she at times feels like everyone’s mother
Or really just happens to act like it…
-Bionica
