Sex is “the opera of the masses,”
They say:
“The poor man’s café.”
Though I love a good breakfast,
I’m an opera nut,
Following the music,
If not the plot.
Each act is an awakening,
A form of rebirth:
Moving the scenery,
If not the earth.
For true fans, opera is everything,
And you know it’s not over
Till the lady sings.
