My private Woodstock at home. Eating out in the woods, partying up a storm with food.
|You litterbugs leave smelly leftover for homeless birds just off the nest,
evicted from posh perch where glitterati birds, purple martins rule.
Sun's burning missiles hit home where sunscreen and UV shade are put on
by those avoiding skin peel of the day.
Soft drinks are free, outnumbering hard liquor on lips of drink me.
Pepsi rally brought out the best where we sing in perfect harmony
with a thousand candles of karaoke.
Down home meals bring it to the table on all you can eat pick and paid for berries found in the fields.
Longest day mean our bringing with dreams that come of being fat and upset belly bemoan sickness of food
when steaks are high, cholesterol higher than the moon amore pizza pie.
Go easy with the breath mints which cool down chili and bean hotdogs.
What's eating you?
We all gorge.