Doing It

The dancers are dancing,
The drinkers are drinking,
The whores are whoring,
And the band is trying to play someone else’s shit.

The lovers are loving,
The flirts are flirting,
The sought are seeing,
And the lonely sit watching.
The homeless wander,
The blind cannot see,
The hungry want to eat,
And the breathless whisper.

How much longer will it drag on
After everything has been done.