Communal decadence
A place filled with unending revelries
Owning a heart that raucously parties
Along with a booze powered spirit
That rages in the dark like an angry spirit
Tending to it were strumpets roaming free
Trailed by decadent wallets known to please
Overtly engaging in their self-indulgent spree All over the beau terrain rolling in ease
Now it’s all being replaced by new gentries
Of whom are known a holy habitNegating all the land beauties and treasuries
Narrating a new way to live by bending knee
Soon
A place will be lost and splitWith a dead heart that never please
Saving that this communal decadence is slit
So strumpets again, can roam free.
