Song (Hedonism)

A Poem by Luke Timms

Follow your heart’s desire til’ your final resting day
With drink in hand sobriety is ours to constantly slay!

With money, does come happiness
And with happiness does come life
Trying all your best to avoid yet creating
Far too much hassle and mostly strife

Fine cloth, wine, women and song
Is where our hearts all truly belong
Besotted; the arcadia of all true hedonists
The heaven of all those atheistic