Early Works - The Victors Have A Ball

Coloured lights shine across the cloister on the dancers on the floor. While on the stage a soloist is singing of life’s lost cord. In the corner sits a young man with a moustache on his upper lip trying so hard to look hip. While an old, man is saying freedom with happiness to all. Let wars die of stagnation and the victors have a ball. The silkiness of a wayward light makes shadows on the door while creatures in their lustfulness gather by the hoard. In the room of bedlam, a young man sits eating a stick of rock and breaking it into bits. While an old, man is saying freedom with happiness to all. Let wars die of stagnation and the victors have a ball. Date unknown. Author’s note: I have a feeling that this bit of nonsense was written in 1967. It is a guess, but because of certain things written in it sounds about right for that era.