Member Poem

Howling at the Moon

On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive

I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt

Finally, I had to say something
I gathered up my manly courage
I walked up to her

She looked at me
Instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin

I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon

Howling at the Moon

I stood outside
Between the trees
In a field
On the outside of town

Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood-red full moon

The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On me

The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chain

And I howl with delight
A werewolf
Free at last

To run amuck
Free of its civilized restrains
Throwing off its clothes
Stripping naked

Running wild
Naked and free
A wild man
Enjoying his freedom

As I sit
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again

And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back

Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon

And I wake up
Alone,
In my bed
Saying, man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again

The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before

And I join him
In howling at the moon

 
The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy

On a moonlit night
The Pink moon
Shone casting a baleful light
On the world below

A man sat drinking
In a depraved bar
In an evil part of the city

Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on

Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer

He looked up
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude
A Z tude
That could kill

He stood up
Stepped outside
And howled
At the Pink Moon
Who smiled at him.

 
Howling with the Dancing Moon

A man
Sits drinking late into the night
On the night of the blood-red
super blue wolf moon

the lunatic light of the moon
inspires him
as he drinks
in that depraved din of inequity
on the left side of society

Drinking with his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
Jack Daniels, Evan, Old Granddad
Drinking one Scotch, one Bourbon
And one beer
Watching the naked woman
Dancing on stage

He finishes drinking
20 drinks too sober
He walks outside

And sees the naked moon
Dancing up a storm
Flying across the sky
Ripping her clothes off

Tap dancing
To the insane disco beat
Of the bar

He gives in
Jumps into the sky
Dancing with the naked moon
Howling with the moon maiden

Like an escaped banshee
From the lunatic bins
Of Hell

 
The Pink Super Moon

The Pink Super Moon
Casts a cold baleful glow
Over the sleeping world
Inspiring the drunken men
To howl at the Moon
 
Howling at the Pink Super Moon

On a moonlit late night
The Pink Supermoon
Casting a baleful light
On the world below

While inside
Sam Adams sat drinking
In a depraved bar
In a den of iniquity

In an evil part of the city
On the left side
Of society

Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on

Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer

He was just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes

Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

He looked up
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude
A Z tude
That could kill

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe

So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive

He did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar

In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That his eyeballs hurt

Finally, he had to say something
he gathered up my manly courage
He walked up to her

She looked at him
Instantly bewitched his soul
With a devilish grin

He lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic

Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again

And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back

Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon

Sam Adams woke up alone,
In his bed
The naked babes
Having disappeared
From his demented dreams

Saying,

“Man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again”

The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before

And joins him
In howling at the Pink moon
In the fading light
Of the lost last night
Of the newly damned