Beads (The City of New Orleans) February 28, 2010
The party seems destined to never end.
People in weird costumes march gaily down the French Quarter
Tossing beads and thus and such
To a raucous crowd of onlookers and partiers,
Drunk with ecstasy and flush with excitement.
"Fat Tuesday" as they call it in English
Is really "all that and a pound of flesh."
Believe me, there is plenty of flesh to go around.
Bare breasts flash like trumpets blare,
And I can only imagine the total number of college students
Standing put with a chub and more than just lingering thoughts of lust.
That lust wafts through the air like smoke from a chimney,
Or a cigarette, more likely, or a joint, in this case.
This is where people go for excess and sin,
This city of New Orleans,
Home of Cajuns and Creoles,
America's homage to French culture.
America's grand jubilee
From what is grand and exquisite
To the little things that emerge from big things
And go bump in the night.
People in weird costumes march gaily down the French Quarter
Tossing beads and thus and such
To a raucous crowd of onlookers and partiers,
Drunk with ecstasy and flush with excitement.
"Fat Tuesday" as they call it in English
Is really "all that and a pound of flesh."
Believe me, there is plenty of flesh to go around.
Bare breasts flash like trumpets blare,
And I can only imagine the total number of college students
Standing put with a chub and more than just lingering thoughts of lust.
That lust wafts through the air like smoke from a chimney,
Or a cigarette, more likely, or a joint, in this case.
This is where people go for excess and sin,
This city of New Orleans,
Home of Cajuns and Creoles,
America's homage to French culture.
America's grand jubilee
From what is grand and exquisite
To the little things that emerge from big things
And go bump in the night.
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