Pink drinks for my mud buddies

I don’t think you know
the science behind
our feed. The politicking
of going out with the right
last names. Ultimatums
to attend weddings, ex’s
taxes claiming you ain’t
shit—it’s all too complicated.

All that, more, and you
still have to think of what
they’re making the gang eat.
Went back to audit a class in
organic chemistry, so I’ve
heard, but he was focused
on looking for a good flight.
Could’ve gotten it wrong.

It’s a family thing too.
Mom built an empire out
of dirty snouts and tired
workers. I don’t think he’s
making the same mistakes,
but turning complicated to
sophisticated isn’t my jam.
Would rather roll with what

I put out. Rice bowls, fallouts
From a Minnesota experiment,
And bad insult if you really
Want to. Used to play bass
In high school and was the only
one not to mess up at the mall
show. Please don’t ask me
for details. They were rough.