Life is a cabaret

yesterday night was a good reprieve from black eye peas
the boyscout and i went to watch cabaret
courtesy of tickets from the rabbit,
with whom we had a good carl's dinner with.

so easily we are swept into such a fantastic yet real world
of decadance, of leather boudoirs, of cheap reeking sex
of glamour, of show biz, of such torrid lust.

yet, it still isn't sweep you off your feet,
though we have certainly come a long way.
found the two main leads were too weak
but i think the old lady stole the show.

we sat in the front row.
:) and one of the showgirls sat on the boyscout's lap
and sang to him.