The Balcony -

In here you can be anything

worth or unworthy of imagining

An empress more tempestuous than any king

A bawd stripped to nothing

We’ve potions both wild and serene

Shadows, smoke will set the scene

With heads to sever and lambs to weane

Our promiscuous virgin queen

All clad in furs and lace

All showered with champagne and grace

With ruby lips and golden hair

As if culled from a dream or nightmare

Throbbing scepter in one hand

she strides to survey her land

and tall and awful stands for all to see

on The Balcony

We’ll draw a bath for you of gin and milk

and we will bandage you in skin and silk

On your head we place a crown of glass

in this God forsaken palace

Anoint your sons with blood and vaseline

Send the unworthy to the guilloutine

Even her mercy is the most obscene

Our promiscuous virgin queen