Thursday, February 10, 2011

Back and Blacker than Ever!

Park in the Rear

Atop the park Dolores
Is a hill with one hip funk
You and I will reach a high
That can only be bred, no bologna

We’ll tag all the walls
And piss on the pines
And hide our beers from blue men

Then we’ll follow fine fellows
Until we align
And let them dog our rears

We’ll take them home and discuss ting
And maybe tang as well
Slurp each other’s 7/11s
Could even mix n’ match

We’ll all share a bed
Invite our friend S
He’ll bring along T and D

The next day we’ll wake
A sun day for sure
And we’ll go smoke pot again