(by Christina & Jack Dunham)
Oh, the places I’ve been
Oh, the things that I’ve seen
If I told you, you’d never believe me
But at least let me try
Or perhaps tell you why
I keep going to Black Rock City
I met an old lady with flair
A maiden with purple blue hair
A pink girl on stilts
Young men in white kilts
Two gentlemen so debonnaire
I also met devilish horns
Albinos and white unicorns
A man who’s suit flashes
Girls with two-inch lashes
Anubis with towering thorns
And on this same trip I did meet
Some characters most indiscrete
A half-man, half-goat
An 8-inch deep throat
And a gypsy with jingling feet
On one day we road as a pack
On a silver green firefly’s back
We biked through a maze
Of Orange Pink haze
And ran on a hamster wheel track
And on the deep playa we tried
A bicycle slingshot we spied
The bike in its socket
Took off like a rocket
And thankfully, nobody died
A sunken ship docked at the pier
From there, pounding waves you could hear
Land boats glided through
A pirate ship, too
That was manned by a strange buccaneer
We indulged in some sugary eats
Like hand-crafted coffee and sweets
Watermel’n shaved ice
And gluten-free, nice!
Soft porn and hot donuts were treats
We road on for miles upon miles
To gaze upon beautiful smiles
Blew kisses and cheered
At all that was weird
As we ambled along silly aisles
And toward the big man we did walk
Where thousands of others had flocked
To see the man burnin’
Was what we were yearnin’
We should have invested in clocks
The night sky was lit up with fire
As effigy burning transpired
Big ego was burned
And then Wall Street’s turn
As lovers were kindling desire
We witnessed brave warriors in flight
As they fought under ThunderDomes light
They leapt from the ground and
Their heads took a poundin’
I sure hope those guys are alright
In the midst of a freezing cold white out
With our very survival in slight doubt
We were saved by a craft
And sat in the aft
And so to TravNasti, a Shout Out
From OT, Osiris, Disorient
To Distrikt and Robot Heart we went
We danced til we dropped
We rocked it non-stop
Until the sun rose in the orient
And so to our burn family
Rod, Shaun, Mark, Tim, Pang, Tom, Michi
To the veterans and freshman
Like Shauna and Stefan
Hope this trip has fulfilled fantasies
Of course to our friends at DeMentha
From Germany, France, Barcelona
To the SF Bay crew
To old friends and new
We had such a blast burnin’ with ya!
The Sociaholic 