Whereso snock yon nobleman, besmirched
Yon maiden tent in showers autumn-gold,
Young jim there spilled his bloody perch,
His fighting fish, on lawn: vomit-bold
Far removed from gut-spilling biddys
(Who booze-pumpkined) young jim whils't strum guitar,
Last Prance charm trance, everyone giddy
Blankets, weed, trailmix; wine in jars
Twenty bands of the city, a barn off the grid,
Folk dopehead goddesses, rich from sold lids;
Capping the captains, down in the mess hall
Raucous rock weekend, welcome were all
Die o dionysus, remit gut's remainder
After such show, such gallant retainers
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