Within The Speakeasy

In times of strife and hardships vast,
A good time was all they sought alas.
The Prohibition restrained their fun,
By banning drinks to invoke the such.
In this time where secrets were kept,
One place rose above the rest.

Kept unknown to those who’d end,
The merriment felt to who would spend,
The boring days inside that place,
Where all dullness was erased.

Speakeasy was the proper term,
For the place they sold it firm.
Alcohol of all sort was set illegal,
But the speakeasy cared not an ounce.
Rebels they could be called, it’s true,
But fun was all wanted to use.

Three brothers of maintenance high,
Two of which had gentle eyes,
Ran the speakeasy together bold,
Where they let pleasures unfold.
The third, he had a heart of black,
Burning with vain desires stacked.

When all was putting down their spirits,
Flappers came to dance away,
The stress of all their worries crazed.

Inhibitions were released,
None were left for souls to keep.
They let go of the ties that bind,
To live in the moment,
To free their life.

Within The Speakeasy

mcviands

Joined November 2007

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The “Roaring Twenties” was in the midst of the Prohibiton. Alcohol was made illegal. But one place rebelled the law and sold alcohol to those who came to that amazing place, the speakeasy.

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