The utopian world inside your dreams
Where whims are passed at a moment
Is far darker than at first it seems
Soon those sweet boons you shall forwent
What is sex but three seconds of pleasure?
What is a quaff of sweet red but the tiniest measure?
Of liquid ambrosia before the hangover
An hour of pain brings one second of leisure
The only happy ones on this plane
Are badgers and bunnies and mice
We live our sorrows again and again
They never live the same agony twice
Man intensifies his needs through luxury
Gambling, drugs and sex without blame
Then ends her life in usury
Ever aware of honour and shame
What people think of her causes her pain
(Another woe not felt by an elephant.)
