Little Dark Age - written while intoxicated

Running back,

Honey, home,

Guess what?

Home alone.

Blondie bounced,

Pad empty,

Scalpers pounced.

Falling up,

Falling down,

suspended substances,

floating around.

She took the Aura,

Started wondering,

Like Dora,

the explorer.

Ron ran red,

lost his bed,

all in head.

Family struggle,

on the double.

Time to go,

Find another.