I'm going to Libertine my life away
But I have to work, so that I can play all day
There is something uniquely bizarre about I say
For work is for those who wish to toil away
But if you are finished, or can get off around five
Come and knock on a door to the house that is like a hive
Full of people coming and going, it seems alive
Though there are those that would call it a dive
But if you are daring, take my hand and follow me
To a land that is all utopias and free
Bring any spare, borrowed or stolen money
And leave behind normality
Forget that festering humanity
And return to a state of animality
And fucking brilliant abnormality
Where you can see the universe in its totality
And talk to God satanically
And play around with the stars of eternity
Have a chat with Jesus about his paternity
And mess around with sexuality
And flirt with yourself seductively
But when you think it is all going perfectly
And life is going so splendidly
It'll all end most disappointingly
But don't you worry, we'll be here
To tuck your hair behind your ear
As you vomit up your fear
Of living in the real world each day, each year
But don't you worry, we'll be right here
We're down here, waiting for you my dear
But you chose to live out there, not here
We like it in here, each day, each year
We sing songs of love and lust
Of flowers and clementines
Of tragedies and what we must
Of all the things we have seen
We'll wait for you, that you can trust
To go back to where we have been
We'll keep your place free of others and dust
Our lovely Libertine
Hi, as I have previously mentioned in my e-mail, I really do love this poem of yours for many reasons. I especially like it because it has that little bit of humor in it which made me smile and I loved that.
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