It can be the
party or a party
As long as my tumbler is full;
Yet I feel that
my tumbler is full
Too often
That I scarcely
laugh any longer.
The creaking of the door
Keeps me awake
at night
And I dream of
escaping
On a turquoise flying carpet,
But even in my
dreams, carpets cannot fly.
The grace that I was born with
Has been spent
in full.
And I do not
know who
Can loan me
some more
So I may laugh
again.