Drusus
Drusus

Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright as Drusus Lucius Cato

Name: Drusus Lucius Cato
Callsign: {$callsign}
AKA: Luci
Age: {$age}
Branch: Navy
Faction: Military
Organization: {$organization}
Department: Tactical Department
Position: CIC_Crew
Rank: Specialist
Ship: Genesis
Homeworld: Leonis
Actor: Rufus Wainwright

Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk

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Blasé boys are we,
Exquisitely free
From the dreary and quite absurd
Moral views of the common herd.
We like porphyry bowls,
Chandeliers and stoles.
We're most spirited,
Carefully filleted souls.
Pretty boys,
Witty boys,
Too, too, too
Lazy to fight stagnation.
Haughty boys,
Naughty boys,
All we do
Is to pursue sensation.
The portals of society are always open'd wide.
The world our eccentricity condones.
A note of quaint variety we're certain to provide.
We dress in very decorative tones.
Faded boys,
Jaded boys,
Woman kind's gift to a bulldog nation.
In order to distinguish us from less enlightened minds,
We all wear a green carnation.
We believe in Art,
Though we're poles apart
From the fools who are thrilled by 'Greuze'—
We like 'Beardsley' and green 'Chartreuse'.
Women say we're too bored to bill and coo.
We smile wearily.
It’s so drearily true.

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Pretty boys,
Witty boys,
You may sneer
At our disintegration.
Haughty boys,
Naughty boys,
Dear, dear, dear!
Swooning with affectation.
Our figures sleek and willowy,
Our lips incarnadine
May worry the majority a bit.
But matrons rich and billowy
Invite us out to dine
And revel in our phosphorescent wit.
Faded boys,
Jaded boys,
Come what may,
Art is our inspiration.
And as we are the reason for the 'Nineties' being Gay:
We all wear a green carnation.
Pretty boys,
Witty boys
Yearning for
Permanent adulation.
Haughty boys,
Naughty boys,
Every pore
Bursting with self inflation.
We feel we're rather 'Grecian,' as our manners indicate.
Our sense of moral values isn't strong.
For ultimate completion we shall really have to wait
Until the day of judgment comes along.
Faded boys,
Jaded boys,
Each one craves
Some sort of soul starvation.
But when we rise reluctantly but gracefully from our graves,
We'll all wear a green carnation.

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