At the party, we all assembled in
celebration of the night where
Freedom reigned as king.
All of us who gathered in
the Kin's castle of carelessness
lost our old shackles to
his light rule.
Wild and unconcerned, we
chewed through our repressive
ropes of self-restraint with
teeth sharpened by
laughs and drinks.
Sober society quivered from
fear of our King's new army, but
he would make no
public statements of apology for
his soldier's ³inappropriate² happiness.
In the morning, when we
awoke, we all felt like
fools and sluts.
