On Decadence

On Decadence

Decadence Unveiled:

 

I know who you are

 

I know why you came

 

It’s either out of your vanity or out of your shame

 

You wish to pose and show all your wares

 

You, me and ‘the ghost’ know there’s no soul left in there

 

But, go on inside, after all, you’ve arrived

 

Like Hotel California, pink champagne is on ice

 

Do come in, imbibe and consume

 

The Master’s chambers, you’ll find, are brimming with tunes

 

As you smile at your host and wish him great cheer

 

Devil knows what’s really brought you here

 

I’ve observed and even tried to admire you

 

But could find nothing but liars in the lot of you

 

In the end you sided with fear, with vanity, materiality

 

Wasted the dear, sanity, philanthropy

 

I don’t, for the record, place myself above you

 

I do hope somehow you might come to love you

 

And when you do, you’ll see it all as a sham

 

And perhaps you’ll understand why I am as I am.

 

 

-Natalia Rose