Mardi Poem by Stefan Splawinski

entertainments own achievement
city of a thousand red lights
now adorned by such occasion
festival of myriad delights

now at last are put on show
waxworks of a creative kind
camouflage for another use
exhibition of a sordid mind

proletarians are not in view
popinjays and fags around
do not despair because now
promoters of culture abound

now financed by public means
androgynous junction of slime
who could honestly relish
a degenerate instant in time

for such strange happenings
private perversions turned
to massive public spectacle
humanities good taste spurned

forget popular entertainment
foibles set in aspic jell
demonstrating human frailty
profanities en route to hell

those who gave their assent
to this monument of bad taste
have no troubled conscience
no feelings for public waste

propaganda by such education
social armageddon of hate
created by and for the few
for mankind is it too late

frilly theatre of the absurd
seen by dykes without progeny
turned into pillars of salt
gilded citadels of androgyny

who could give the order to
expunge the real creative urge
through civilisation see art
replaced by this debased surge