Demi-Monde

The jetset underworld of France
Is an impulsive churning burn of chance
Everyone's throbbing in a robbing trance
Dance
about rationale
Everyone's swimming in spinal canals
of the Grade A on the grind
searching while lurching- don't make up your mind
dedication is sedation-caked up and blind
stumbling while mumbling within decadence divine
Objectify to simplify
the constant stream will nullify
all that you mean to glorify
Make sure to deny the whores their eyes