This party is awesome. It’s doped up. Def.
Dumb. I’m rocking this party like Sisyphus.
Broadly speaking, this party is an animal
that escapes from the zoo, has its photo captured
on the cover of several major newspapers
and is quietly euthanized a few weeks later.
Narrowly speaking, this party is as novel as a new tattoo.
Parliamentary democracy, journalistic responsibility
and this party: these are the pillars that hold society up
like a bandit. With its mickey of vodka and dayglo heart,
this party embodies seven fun facts about fun.
By a bed of roses this party lays me down. Its hand
at my belt. This party tugs gently.