i'm not a recently divorced 55+yr old drunk uncle at a marina wedding.
in like white pants
spillin shit
dripping cocktail sauce on his sperrys
trying to seem youthful and fun and shit.
but like he aint youthful and fun
he like collects wwii memorabilia to remind him of the suffering
but which suffering?
the side from the germans
in the dark
posting on godlike productions about haarp
under that faded dolphins hat?
tinfoil lining
slowly but surely seeping through his skin
giving him Alzheimer's
memories slip away
he forgets he was ever married as he sips a Bahama mama
then like a jolt of lighting it hits him
he remembers burying his first pet
as he's digging a wild storm breaks out
he curses god
he snaps back
earth wind and fire september plays
it was the song he danced to at his wedding
he runs off
does a bump of shitty coke he scored 8yrs earlier
he cries
walks back into the wedding
tells everyone he's high thats why his eyes are red
nobody asked though
he sits down
stares at the floor
everybody
walks
the
dinosaur