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Writing and reading in ASMR, soft spoken word poems created for relaxation and stimulating the creative process, as well stories of untethered exploration.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
The All Night, Half-wits, Masquerade Ball
I ain't a gonna wait till late next Fall I needs my fix by-gosh by-gol there ain't no reason to delay So snag yer mask down off the wall And we-ll git stupid one and all and par-tay At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball
Yo, come on Addie make the call Give the time to one and all Were kick'n down on Fester's hay Say brang your cousins big and small Go'n have one bawdy full Moon parr-tey At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball
Go plug that coon in the pine tree, tall An stew 'em up with fixns' y'all Next bring up barley-hops on dray A cord of wood to blaze away We'll sing and dance, howl and prance and parrr-tay At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball
Dig out yer blackest hat and shall Tuck yer locks up in it all Brang the fiddler with teeth like clay He'll lighten foot of stout and tall A squeeze box player who aims to parrr-tay At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball
Then purdy soon a drunken brawl Will over take the horde, piss-all Till stupid drunks we pantin' lay And mornin' light drives home the owl Won't be a one who still knows how to parrr-tay At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball
Raw knuckles, sore eyes shut down small We'll sport about the streets and hall But none will recollect to say Just you or who been at the brawl Cuzz-a be'n masked, at the drunken parrr-tay Of the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball