Lovely thing, chiseled face,
Doth mine ears deceive?
Greek gods have come to party
I do not know of where
you came
And frankly, I don't damn give.
The ante has been made
throw your chips in, get laid
or hide your silhouette
behind a porcelain frame.
Puck has come to dine with us.
His mischief is aroused
Green fairy, absinthe, neon rage.
Techtonik liquer shots
Oberon and Titania fight again
In a strobe lit grove.
Her in shiny sparkle boots
and tom tom moons.
Him in skin and leather
tattooed and motor bikes
They argue over some boy
a toy that both must play
His of dark skin and special needs
that sates only the fairy king and queen.
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