Bacchanal
Bonus points if you've seen Yellowjackets
Gods of wine grant us permission to feast this night Echoes of no return reverberate through the treetops Civility is dead, but chivalry is well alive Forget the Jews and the gays, tonight we’re Greco-Roman nymphs with a shameless hunger for indulgence We knock back the sweet grapes, celebrating the triumph of spring over winter Bacchanal worshippers, yellow-jacket cannibals all gather round Mythical, legendary, extraterrestrial primordial bitches at the head of the table We are women of the daytime, turning to nocturnal men Forbade from singing without drink Everyone’s in pursuit of something But there’s no hunter, no prey Just thirsty, lusting dancers Spirits under every possible influence Wild perversion is encouraged with every sip Enchantresses are brewing in ecstasy Dionysus is not far Our only rule is to remain unruly