Decadence Aforethought

Let's paint this day
Exuberant and cynical
Like fine champagne in
Cheap-ass plastic glasses

A brilliant tour-de-crap
Plucking horsehair from the violinist's bow
For the purpose of flossing our teeth

They say you can judge a man
By the quality of establishment
From which he is forcibly ejected

(And what does that say about the
Quality of the criminal we execute?)

So let's drain our (plastic) glasses
Of Asti Spew-manti
And blow this Popsicle stand
Before they throw us
Out of the world

We can get ourselves
Thrown out of much finer places
Before this night is over

[*]

©1999 Spinnaker Religion Factory ALL RIGHTS RESERVED