The spirit and flame
The mask and costume
Do diligently contain
The habitual hack
Beer belly six pack.
That party dress,
O' what a mess.
That party dress,
O' what a mess.
Cheers! Cheers! -Chants the crowd
Across the table as the Joker leers.
Secluded from his barstool peers,
Splashing and sucking air near
The drunk and the smoker.
They say check you tolerance.
Allow them their guilty performance.
There is glee in this debauchery.
In the clown’s war paint smile,
In the jester’s battle bells.
I’ve been told by the smoker not to smoke,
I’ve been told by the drunk not to drink,
As they would cough n’ choke,
As they would be sick in the sink.
Feb 1st/2012
