A Barbaric Yawp

Alley Gala

PartyPartyParty.

Glittering Jesters with clinking crowns

Stolen for a day turned night

And a night made everlasting day.

Wading through the rascals and assholes

And puddles of piss, puke, and Pabst,

There is a golden glimpse

Of the goal:

PartyPartyParty.

In the heart,

In the soul,

In the fuck-all fists

Punching air and bone and cheap excuses for walls.

Come on crashing

Down to the block,

Down to the lusty, dusty search

For somewhere to sleep,

Someone to keep,

Something to lose so we can all win

One more night-day at the

PartyPartyParty.