It’s a masquerade…
Feathers
Sequins
Flashy gowns
Cheap bourbon
Cigars
And the stale city air
I’ve seen enough beads
Breasts
And perverted young men
To last a good ten years after my lifetime…
I’m too old for those games
Too serious to be that wildly obscene…
So
Call this
My refining moment if you must…
Because tonight,
My Dearest Darla,
I’m coming home
35 years behind my back
I’m wiser
Worldly
And only a fraction worse for wear |
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