full moons.

have you seen the epic orb of lunar destruction
floating around in the starscape these last few nights?
that's some super-high-tide tsunami lycanthrope action.
it's that japanese expensive sea salt harvesting kind of jammie.
i'm sayin',
it's on that 'joe vs. the volcano' kind of thing.
word up,
that big cheese-man in the sky is full as F**;
and i've got some wolfen tidal moon fever, my ninjas.
like the beginning of thriller-type jammie-jams, duders.
battle beastliness and burly, surly moods are what's poppin'.
the moon is no mutha-uckin' joke, ya'll.
and i'm not laughing.
my grumbly mumble-blasting attitude
is not winning any congeniality prizes, either.
i'm in attendance at metaphysical warrior poetry slams,
and battle bard symphonies.
in other words;
i'm positively off my tits
with were-creature double feature thunder bringing.
eleven.
on the sixth.
for 24 more hours.
that's the combination unlocking a whole chestful
of stormswept, raging, tidal-waving raving lunacy.
that's moon craziness,
in flippin' full effect.
recognize.

i'm also tattyzappin' glen,
the weiner guy,
except,
i'm blastin' up on his ass-piece.
so there's another 'nother full moon happening today,
in broad daylight an' everything.
that's two full moons, and two asses.
or at least an A-hole, zipzappin' a moon under the moon.
do the math; it totally adds up....

so now i'm feelin' cheeky,
whether i like it or not.
i'm an ass-man,
but not exactly on a man's ass.
oh well,
beggars can't be choosers...
let's hope nobody doo-doo's any other other freaky sh!t.
that's NOT a metaphor;
never quiet, never soft....