Monsieur Bon Vivant: good liver, life giver.
Admit me to your whirling dervish-
Teach me, I am at your service.
Fine cheese, wines; caviar, fois gras;
Fine grass, lines; a menage a trois...
Never again let me sleep in my bed,
I want to see paradise: from A to Z.
Because, you see, sir, I'm naught but scum
From the rotten, filthy, molten slums.
I grew up, looking to the upper heavens,
Dreaming to break the deadly sins: all seven.
Therefore Bon Vivant, I beseech you forever
To take me on, and under, your wing
As apprentice to your endless fling.
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