Party in the Evening of Eden

The PARTY

was invite ONLY!

And the way that they drank,

you'd swear  that this union was Holy.

Solely,

designer labels

and

white-clothed tables...

ripping and roaring

like A N I M A L S

released from their stables.

They spoke of their lives.

Their stories

sounded  like fables!

They pigged out on food

just because  they were A B L E.

Champagne dripped

from their lips

to their navels,

stumblin'  about

like their limbs were disabled.

Their networks were merged...

with servers,

programmed like cable,

to dish out the spread

. . .'cause they F I N A G L E D  the BAGEL.

The music was L I V E

and they shucked  and they jived.

They loosened their ties

and laughed  'til they cried

with the darkest mascara

runnin' down from their eyes.

This is a S C E N E

you might've seen

in your D R E A M S

where the setting was clean

and the less that you gave

then the more you RECEIVED

of whatever you need.

Heaven for fiends

in a Garden of Green.