Youth (and) Madness (and) Youth (and) Madness

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To Madness and to Youth! she said
(Her pupils needles, her hair all thread)
Four meaty-sacks in red leather booth
Four hearts still sloshing with vermouth
Crashing like some waves on rocks
Scratching records breaking locks
If nights were mice we'd go as cats
Anarchists rabid and drinking rats
This sun is sane but the moon breeds lunacy
Lunar-manic-lager when she
Spills her drink she spills all ours too
Frothing when while tears she screams through
Madness madness- To Youth and Madness!
Ugly dogs and winking sadness!
We are the soldiers of mad hearts
Howling as the sunset starts
Pour another drink to match this
Madness youth
To youth
and
madness.