It’s a party.
The citizens are adorned in Ashen and Crimson,
With their sequined yarmulkes
Jauntily askew on their foreheads,
Diamond Rosary’s twisted between their fingers
And Mardi-Gras beads
Wrapped twice round their necks.
The hymn version of “Mr. Brightside”
Is ballroom danced to,
With it’s harmonies being Shot and
Resurrected again through metal.
By: Joanna Tenney
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