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.