Howling At the Pink Super Moon

Howling at the Pink Super Moon

On a moonlit late night
The Pink Supermoon 
Casting a baleful light
On the world below

While inside 
Sam Adams sat drinking
In a depraved bar 
In a den of iniquity

In an evil part of the city
On the left side 
Of society

Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on

Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer

He was just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes

Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

He looked up 
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude 
A Z tude 
That could kill 

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe

So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive 

He did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar

In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That his eyeballs hurt

Finally, he had to say something
he gathered up my manly courage
He walked up to her

She looked at him
Instantly bewitched his soul
With a devilish grin

He lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic

Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again

And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back

Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon

Sam Adams woke up alone,
In his bed
The naked babes 
Having disappeared 
From his demented dreams 

Saying, 

“Man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again”

The wild beast
Laughs 
He has heard that before

And joins him
In howling at the Pink moon
In the fading light 
Of the lost last night
Of the newly damned
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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