Caution for ink does lie;
The ever growing thoughts of cynicism
Sporting the guise of romanticism
Allow me to allow you to fall through the rye.
However, do not think I will misguide you.
I wish to take you on a Wilde adventure
To find the beauty in eloquent grandeur
Without any regulations to abide to.
My only desire is to host
big and intimate parties for complete and perfect strangers to enjoy;
To be like Gatsby and for any college girl or boy
To wait for my words of invitation to come in the post.
And just as any perfectly, possibly sane person, I like to pretend
That fin does not mean The End.