Musical Marinade in Tear Duct Four

Two guys,
one mind,
jamming
In half fast food indulgence.
Split down the center,
breaking grease,
stress release
in August's heat.
It beats us dry,
drips us
drains us;
no shadow where we stand,
only a puddle where the sweat lands.
This represents where we once were,
our chalk line on the floor.
A 6 pack hydrates,
continues us on,
Head strong.
Not knowing where we’re going,
but we know we’re headed somewhere.
It doesn’t matter,
we don’t care.
We have our frenzy,
this stream of consciousness.
The beat brings us closer,
as the strum glides us along.
Two separate screams,
is the essence of fun.
Mix them together
into the sound of one.

Marinaded
Musical
Unadulterated
PERFECT.