Juneteenth trail, the breeze is blowing,
Sounds of bubbling water flowing
Summer’s stillness sleepily slowing,
Broken by ‘On on!’
ABBAH’s laugh rises unholy
Topped by only Cockamole,
Hand Pump picks the locked van slowly,
Bags spread on the lawn.
Upwards Just Doesn’t Get It dashes
Can’t Kill Bill downhill crashes
Turbo Twat feels poisonous rashes,
The pack as one bears on.
Do Her Well espies a backcheck,
Further up Backhoe and Crabs trek,
Uber Luber sniffs an ancient flour speck,
Across old trail they’re drawn.
Miss Delivery sits atop the mountain,
Watching Just Ted and Blowfish count in,
Dickweed sips the fresh beer fountain,
Day’s end shining on.
Shaft and Circle Jerk stop to click
Some Cum Test Dummy and Sexxx Ray pics,
Dick Simmons pulls out editing tricks,
The pack together, drawn.
THUNDERPISS descends the stairs,
Three Fingers looks for Cuming Mutha where
Damien the Antichrist shouts a prayer,
For trail is oddly gone.
After Lost In Foreskin dangles,
Fucker shows Famous Anus another angle,
With Gloryhole they finally tangle,
Running cross the Golden Gate lawn.
Gondalorrhea is there to greet them,
Cockulus Oculus beneath great tree limbs,
Meat Hall of Fame fills beer to the very brim,
Warm clothes ready to don.
Touchmaster 69 toasts to DAMF,
Dirty Man Colada says, ‘What a BAMF,’
‘Miss Delivery—quite a champ,’
An excellent trail he’s drawn.
Muff Daddy passes the orange snacks,
As Motormount to On All Fours recounts his tracks
And Joe Pubic Perm and Three Fingers whack
Mosquitos sucking on.
Wash This Asshole claims he did it better,
‘Except,’ says Fuck Buddy, ‘For the weather,’
Not even Humpy needs a sweater,
With circle nearly gone.
And Boner Marrow cannot aspire,
To get the pack’s spirits higher
Says Medium Sized Balls of Fire,
‘Let’s go to the On On On!’
On In!