The Legend of Met (Sin 11)
"Gather I with pure saints, Be restrained, Be lily white? Not them that way, I ain't, But with those of the night. "We drink and carouse, hell! Carefree: we have freedom. If we fight, bust, oh, well! We croon and then hurl plums. "We drink and let things flow. Let loose, I say, raving! It's fun to see them go, How they go a-raging! "With abandon we wage, We gamble, we throw lots. You can't keep us in cage. With flurry, table rocks. "I lose more than I win, But that gives me excuse, Excuse to... Sign in to see full entry.