Party Crashers.

Fun to go to brand new parties,

Where draining their fortunes 

Means cutting sweet arteries.

Consume away 

In the Jazz foray,

A shrill refrain 

With Drumming pain,

Double step to the trance

With Her smoke fueled final dance,

My muse set fire through

So that tomorrow we party, anew.


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