The s’mores and the pigeons may guff in for more

the sophomore’s supine

may nothing but mine

they wisp and they wasp

in kegs of moon light

puke over here Mike

left beer pong on ice

while weeping their three

lost tree tops at night

while throwing their ropes

of fresh golden might

ticks rotten along

hair teeth and ol’ brine

a shrieking wood feast 

hooray for the sport

big rapper’s delight

oh me and oh my

Devendra bye bye