There weren't no moonshine

Sun giving

Stereo tacos

Slipped past the frosty frozen lake canoe

Believe the threes 

And plaited sneeze

Beware the hub hub jird and

Shein!

Creatures are the oxy contin

Trees be snottin 

And hyper alert

In the morning

Play with kids 

Like kiddos fun

Ain't no reason

Like the hub

Drown in lakes

Of old days tomorrow

Send the plastic yesterdays

To Paul's records called wings