Drunk Post: The 1,000 Travels of the Panda

i am now the kite
i am a literal kite
it is sad to have sticks for arms
and legs
and a dick
flapping in the wind
watching people move around in circles
i just flap
i try to move in circles
but there are pandas with trumpets
singing choral praises to Christ
irregardless of the trumpets
god it is pleasant to be wasted
this is standard verse
this is not my kind of Thursday
i do not dance
but i can feel lonely
and know that it sounds stupid
to hear the radio
but only listen for the low sounds
waiting for that faint call
the trumpets from pandas
on a grass somewhere
calling me down
and waiting for me
with a smile
if they can