"How decadent darling / how simply fab and divine to rave and gobble the waiter with your husband lying there / how splendid spiffing wizzo fab and gear / it's the most enchanting story ever did I hear / you amaze me stun astound / oh! wait till this story goes around / what a plot, what an amazing scene / let's put it in a play / no one would believe it anyway / no you can't say those nasty things on stage / you'll have the tory mothers in a rage / ohshit fegardez l'heure / we simply mustn't be late / the play starts at quarter to eight"
extract from 'Decadence' by Steven Berkoff
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