You might come here
Some day on a whim
Catch the gold rush
Whilst there's prizes to win
The warm bodied pleasers
And cold blooded teasers
Are hard
Hard to gage
But ain’t
Ain’t it fun?
Amphetamine tribes stalk
Amphetamine kings and
The queen of Clubs pulls their
Amphetamine strings
And she sings;
“Wake up to wondering
What has been lost due to
Growth and prosperity
Longing and lust?”
Hard
Hard to trust
The practical jokers and tactical voters take
Practical tokes just to see if they choke on the fumes
Stick around for breakfast and bed and to
Lay down with men of certain distinction
Ain't it fun?
Sunrises sunrises does your head in

Whilst spit sweat and cum stick the sheets to the sins
Don't begin
Up and coming? Remains to be seen
This house is a hovel
No place for a queen
And ain’t
Ain’t it fun?