Peacock’s Fart. (Patreon)

At that blippy point in life

when you’re tipsy enough in the day

that the big, big sky

is still as blue as a peacock’s fart,

and the eyeball floaters,

that you swear were caused by all the hangover headaches from a while, while back,

start dancing around,

and there are still hours, and hours, and hours

before the sunset starts

to slowly take it all away.