Drew Drop's Birthday Hymn

Mannn, you tight as emo jeans

Munching on those kidney beans

Walkin’ in a land of silky dreams

You’re in all my favorite memes

Baking up these fuckin’ Krispy Kremes

But real, do drew even climb?

Pouring out these sandbags of time

I ain’t a fuckin’ mime

Get up that rope and make it dope

Before I donkey punch the pope
You’re getting older but don’t mope

Cause you’re smile is the only thing that helps me cope

They ask if Drew is even a mortal man

And you say ‘Nope’

‘I’m just immortally dope’

Majestically riding all these flying goats up in here

Get this dude a beer!

Loon Lake

From within my mountain cloister
I can see
The night grow heavier and heavier
Weighing its darkness down
'Til the thick phalanx of spruce crowns
Pierces into the viscous black ink
No stars will wink tonight
Cassiopeia is blind
With the absence of light,
The suggestion of annihilation
A void hanging, so close.

Such are the nocturne thoughts
That rattle through my brittle brain
When my eyes as heavy as the night

Yet while the forest remains verdant
Strewn with overgrown boulders
Its waterfalls playing subtle music
A celebration of energetic form
With stoic owls holding vigil

I can rest easy
And pull this coverlet of moss
Up to my chin
To draw within the
Parallel void of my dreams
Where Heaven and Earth
Are inseparable.