Brethren

Over….thirty years ago

I found myself a tribe

At a college outside of Philly

That had an Augustinian vibe

Corr Hall, t’was the incubus

A dorm, just for Freshman men

The bonds were formed, tight as fuck

It’s been one wild ride since then

Sophomore year, most of us lived

In Sullivan Third Floor West

Those who didn’t, just came on by

Always giving us their mayhemic best

Our dorm wing, oh baby did it reek

Of beer, of pizza, of pussy, of dope

The Boys Were Back In Town you know

And mama, we pushed the envelope

Third Floor West was a bastion of testosterone

A seething cauldron of Mayhem, Noise, and Madness

I played my drums at 2 AM

Fuck ‘Em if they wanted to rest

We partied, we laughed, we were very naughty boys

We even formed a band

The Albino Skunks, my brainchild

The Best Band In The Land

Skullduggery! Debauchery! Tomfoolery! Outlandishness! 

That was our stock in trade

But we were all so genuine and lovable

Man, we had it made

Mole, Murph, Charlie, Harry, Hawk

Coons, Billy Bud, Mike, Cage, DoucheMan, Prep

Bobby, Timmy, SuperFly, Triple Jay, Andy

Who did I forget?

The next two years, The Skunk House was the epicenter

A Total Dive of ill repute, scandal, and fun

We defaced her walls, nearly burnt her down, 

Billy Bud painted giant murals to the envy of everyone

Today, years later, my life’s sweetest sugar

Is that we still make time for each other

The dance we do

Can not be described

By any other word but “Brother”

In every group 

There has to be

A romantic, a poet, a soul

One who will always say The Unsaid

To help us ROCK AND ROLL

“I Love You KnuckleHeads With Every Fucking Fiber of My Heart.”

     - SuperFly Clint

        March 15, 2018

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