Foolproof Modus Operandi

Just keep saying you’re nobody’s fool

Making sure nobody’s around to prove it. 

Raison D'être?

Because they are splendid 

Windbreakers, cypresses ring cemeteries— 

But that’s not the only reason 

They take our breath away.

Tenement Row Syndrome

Isn’t that where our lot turns in 

To a block of vacant stare cases?

Using Your Horse Sense

Riding a winged horse 

Sounds downright fantastic, 

Doesn't it? 

Just make sure it leads you 

To water you can drink. 

Classic Dionysian Drinking Song

So, Bacchus, old friend, 

Here we go again, staggering 

Down timeworn marble steps 

To a dank beckoning cellar— 

Let’s drink to that to no end.