Red blindfold and green sparks,

Fast jazz and dancing free,

Soft wine and wilted parks,

Yet another draftee.

 

Capture me, my muses,

Bottle my fates for joy.

In ecstasy and abuses,

Forbidden whipping boy.

 

Set my jar on the side,

For all to contemplate,

Your red and ivory bride,

For I took the damned bait.

 

Open my jar but once,

Let me breathe and smell roses,

Dance for me, as a dunce.

Dance before it closes

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