Mardi Gras
Marching down Bourbon Street
Squeezed together like canned pears
Revelry and joy on every face
Music prancing in the open air
Hiding beneath the smiling faces
Beneath the carnival of light
Beneath the gaiety and laughter
Looms a creature of the night
N’Orleans at Mardi Gras
A mob with the mind of one
A throbbing mass of movement
Singing dancing beating their drums
Sweating bodies pressed together
Sacrificing every morsel of restraint
Collapsing in the depths of night
Embracing the glory of the saints
They pack their bags and travel home
As the enemy beyond our sight
Hiding deep within their pleasure
Will soon become a global blight
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