Poppin’ off at each other, kinfolk were,
nasty coon-hounds worryin’ a poacher,
young frisky whelp to a nasty neighbor.
Hid away from peepin’ nosy stalkers,
they found refuge inside a dream bell jar,
gave each other a dose of neon blue,
fam’lies pissed as tom's in a gay cat bar.
With the mad potion complications grew;
blue cube acid mixed with pure rock cocaine,
sad fears would be relieved, they’d start anew.
far-out, spacy, the cocktail brought dark pain,
fulsome lights turned endless black from the brew,

formally dressed for hook-up, down for night,
virginal; eternity draped them tight.