Mardi Gras
Passion, music, worldly delight;
Ecstatic, they celebrate all night.
For at dawn, there are sacrifices;
Pleasures to be spurned as vices.
Humanity has this wonderful disposition. Vehemently we savor moments before prohibition. Life too shall fleet like joy at the hands of the clergy; May we celebrate and forfeit nothing before that lethargy.
Humanity has this wonderful disposition. Vehemently we savor moments before prohibition. Life too shall fleet like joy at the hands of the clergy; May we celebrate and forfeit nothing before that lethargy.
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I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.
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