With the luck of lust

Here it is

Me in my gold framed glasses

 And you in your unshined shoes

We are the scuff marks of this party

Seen and unspoken of

Apparently we are in love

 Apparently we are part of a cult

Our punch glasses are empty since no one offers us a drink

The music is not of our taste, god don’t you just love techno?

There’s whispers that we’ve just snorted coke in the loo and I have heroin pock marks

The blonde girl closet to us giggles that we wear our underwear inside out

But to heck with that, we dance and chatter as if it was just us

And it is

The techno isn’t too bad when we waltz and I definitely enjoyed the tango to deephouse

My!

 We must come to uninvited parties more often

With the luck of lust there’s one tomorrow.