Flying Arrows

Crapulence is evident everywhere
As the charlatan stutters one more toast
The courtesans muse contentedly
As philosopher annoys the milquetoast

 

The jester teases, it's all for fun
As the servants serve more wine
The drunken poet goes unnoticed
Filling his napkin full of rhymes

 

To drink, to drink and masquerades
And perfumed posing avante-gardes
To the laissez-faires that sit and stare
To bards that carry no business cards