BIG FAT MOON

When I was young
everything was bigger
everything was better.
The kids were smarter,
the bands louder,
the drinks fruitier,
the girls hotter
and easier
and more fertile.

Back then,
we experienced things
that were ACTUALLY impressive.
When we had a supermoon,
it was a SUPERmoon,
with powers
like flight
and gravimetric pull
and werewolves roamed,
doing the moonmen’s maddened bidding.

Your supermoon?
It’s all right.
It’s big,
beautiful, I guess.
Might be the biggest I’ve ever seen.
But did Pink Floyd sing about it?
Is it what Syd died for?
Excuse me while I snort.

Those were the days.
These days?
Well, you do what you can
with what you’re given,
I suppose.
But way back then,
it was sheer lunacy…