A Bonnaroo Poem

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Two hundred bucks for Bonnaroo
Is really quite a steal.
Four days amongst the bretheren?
It's a once-a-lifetime deal!
But the service fees are heinous,
And the shipping charges, too.
So I think I'll save my plasma
And my sperm to sell at 'Roo.

that i will agree with centeroo potties are the bomb for bombs

I cannot concur on this Prince you speak of,
for Mule surely owns his 'crying of the dove'
to see a headliner like that would leave me broken
but hell, I'd probably be there tokin'

When I get to Ferris Bueller,
I shall first stake out my space.
I shall pitch my tent and EZ-up,
Not an inch shall go to waste!
I shall greet the folk around me,
I shall shew them my Goode Will,
Then I shall trundle out my cooler,
And I shall crack a beer and chill.

Twas night time at Bonnaroo, VIP to BFE
the camps were alive, even mounted security.
The tents and EZ ups were set up with care,
In hopes that Corncat soon would be there.

The wooks were nestled all snug in their sacks,
While horses walked around with guys on their backs.
Friends in their chairs, and I didn't wanna sit,
Had just returned from Centeroo, each waiting in turn, for a hit.

When Corncat was done, I went to my tent,
I laid back to see what my brain had to vent.
Away in the night a storm came like a flash,
Tore through the camps and threw around some trash.

The heat woke me up, I was blinded by sun,
Awake from a mere nap, I was ready for more Roo fun.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my blue Coleman cooler, in it, my 30 rack of beer.

With little effort, so alive and with a little snap
I grabbed a beer, long overdue to be cracked.
More rapid than a river, I drank that beer down,
And then hailed a taxi and we were Centeroo bound!

Now Bruce! Now, Phish! Now, Snoop, and Badu!
On, Girl Talk! On, Fallon! On, Beasties and Arj Barker too!
To the stages, Which and What, the tents, That and This!
Just beware the port-a-johns when you gotta do more than piss.

I saw people dancing but there was no music heard,
I knew just then what I found, Silent Disco, word?
I threw on my headphones and began to dance,
It started getting hot, good thing I wore shorts and left behind the pants.

And then, I had an itch in my throat, I needed a brew
Though crowds were rushing, I eventually made it through.
I wondered around tent to tent, I was about to give in when I stumbled in to Broo'ers fest
I was lost in the shaded tent for more then an hour, deciding which beer I liked best.

By that time of day, we thought we've seen it all,
Soon we discovered the fountain, wide as it was tall.
I wanted to go in, sit, and cool down,
I couldn't bring myself to go in though, the water was brown.

Before we knew it, it was time for Phish to close the night
At the end of this day, we felt we did everything right!
We found a good spot, and I sat down with an 'Ugh.',
Soon after, Phish came out and Trey said 'Still here, huh?'

With that, the crowd went nuts, and began to roar,
People were dacing, there was even a glowstick war.
Some people were tripping, others rolling face,
I stuck to corn, I wanted to be able to find camp, our home base.

The lights and music went on most long after dark,
And thats ok, we were on the farm, not in some random park.
Long after the show was done, it still played in my head,
Bonnaroo was over, to be back again after a year of dread.

The next morning we packed and we toked,
Said so long to neighbors, laughed, and joked.
Cars were already leaving, spots were empty and bare
Once an old field was now an empty lot of ware and tare.

We hopped in the car, gave a peace sign now and then,
started to drive away, promising to be back again.
The Bonnaroosters were loud, while distance between us grew,
"See you all next year, at the next BONNAROOOOOOOO!"

Simply the best bump ever.

four more weeks to go
destination manchester
don't forget sunscreen