Uncle Charlie Poem by Kevin Patrick

Uncle Charlie says were going to a party
Outside of L.A and down into the valley
We'll see some movie stars and big old swiming pools
Riding cadellacs while pulling sheets from wolves
My aptitude is low, but he says we'll have a ball
Sharpening our skills under social pressure calls
Susans getting ready, playing with her knife
She's looking slightly dazed, and keeps repeating 'tonight'
There's five in our posse, and everyones shotgun
Our vibes are electric, were dreaming in tongues
The drive is long, so we turn the radio on
Much to our delight its another Beatles song
We pull up to the house, Im feeling good bread
Uncle Charlies right 'Were going to paint this town all red'