Insatiable are we the scum and dregs
Our social strictures melt on furtive feels
Your knee tall stockings show off lady legs
Your ankles wobble set in hot high heels
A squat of weakest wines and meanest meals
The clothes if second hand yet colour fast
The fridge fish full upon its roof two reels
In local harbour fishing lines are cast
If passing jealous people gape aghast
The fish and garlic stink upon our breaths
Then ostracism unites us left at last
Our healthy kisses faithful fare till deaths
This state I guess is level pure and rare
Us versus world as far as were aware
Chorus rare extraordinary singular
