The Party Isle of Innisfree



I will get off my arse and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a large villa rent there, of face brick and vibracrete made:

Two Jacuzzis and a pool will I have there, a harem for my honey bees,

And live large in their loud mascara gaze.

And I shall have endless parties there, for animal’s my middle name,

Pulling all-nighters from the pinks of dusk till the veil of morn is lifted;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, noon’s a drugged siesta haze,

And evening’s full of women and wine and you-know-what.

I must get off my arse and go now, for always night and day

I hear the ocean crashing and the throb of trance-house music;

While I ride the highway, or stomp the pavements grey,

I feel its call in my stomach’s pit, or even a bit lower down.

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