Cabaret

Shards of glass cut through my gaze
 broken streamers hanging at my legs
 drunk and giddy full of fate
 at the cabaret
 smokey stares from the bar
 do stray bottles tumble
 I feel the misty spray
 what a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret
 from afar he sees
 Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful
 he sighs the look of love was in her eyes
 puts his hand upon her leg
 looking closer his lust begins to fade
 what a drag the queen did say.
 could this be a dream I'm in? (Fellini would be proud)
 gluttony enfolds the scene
 give them one last round,
 shining faces dance away
 swinging skirts between the panted legs
 kaleidescoping
 then shassez in a blink the glasses fly
 suddenly joy becomes a fight
 there they tossed and turned a sight.