We juiced up mustangs with bad vinyl and obtrusive hoods,
We drove past gutters, dirty smoke shops and disgusting bars,
To get a glimpse of Linda Ronson fucking in the woods.

We gave our spirits to abandon, scorning fame and goods,
Because prestige is like a blade that cripples, stings and mars,
We juiced up mustangs with bad vinyl and obtrusive hoods.

We drank poor wine and ate some greasiest, unclean, cheap foods,
We didn’t need those tuxedos or those fancy, fervid cars,
To get a glimpse of Linda Ronson fucking in the woods.

We smoked bad weed and fought like dogs before we sang at Jude’s,
We were so high, we reached out, pocketed the silver stars,
We juiced up mustangs with bad vinyl and obtrusive hoods.

We walked for miles or climbed the hills depending on our moods
We trudged through slush and filthy muck and marked it all as ours
To get a glimpse of Linda Ronson fucking in the woods

We drank poor wine and ate some greasiest, unclean cheap foods,
Because prestige is like a blade that cripples, stings and mars,
We juiced up mustangs with bad vinyl and obtrusive hoods,
To get a glimpse of Linda Ronson fucking in the woods.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)

Photo by Jake Davies on Unsplash

5 Replies to “A villanelle for the hedonist”

    1. Thank you so much! I wanted to give this particular villanelle a grungy tone. You know, cut out all the fluff and just write more directly. I hope I succeeded. I’m glad you liked it xx

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