Fizz

Is this how we stimulate, our inventive best, when we twist and shake, open every door, to mend our fences, wake up sore, fuelled with what we take, like it’s a test, we won’t hesitate, fools sing for applause, we just want some rest, take me off this floor, the night's cool probate, scatters my innocence, how does it relate, to the wandering poor, who ask for our presence, lend us their torches, make us new friends.