To Decadence

We lived, we smiled and we happily got high.
It did not matter much that we lived in a pig sty.

We sang the songs of youth, and peered into the sky.
It did not matter much that we peered from a pig sty.

We strummed and fiddled, and we watched time fly by.
It did not matter much that we watched from a pig sty.

We ate and we drank, and we grabbed a piece of the pie.
It did not matter much that we grabbed it in a pig sty.

We watched the heavens cry, and saw the nights die.
It did not matter much that we saw it from a pig sty.

We played among riches, and we ran the coffers dry.
It did not matter much that we played in the pig sty.

We left the kitchens dirty, and spilled the chicken fry.
It did not matter much that we spilled it in a pig sty.

We stooped in decadence, and made even the pigs shy.
It did not matter much that we stooped in the pig sty.