The inebriated masses
Livers swell
Lovers bell
The mask is never unveiled
The masquerade ball, is never a ball
Debauchery hall
Darkness falls
They call this a bar crawl
Drinking without direction, only a plan
To head to the next pub
Man I could use some grub
Bourbon street
Where is your meat?
Not your red district treats
But your voluptuous swine
To go with this wine
Some abomination
To go with this unholy libation
I’m surrounded by hedonists
Calling me Bon Vivant
As I am dragged away and enticed
Crying “Bon appetit!”
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