1920 / I like to party /

Mom holds daughter, who just shit on her (no diaper), and daughter holds a plastic guitar that plays on its own, and every kid is a screaming Jedi, and daughter stuffs her face with a sandwich, and a cold cut slaps the floor, and mom tells a story, and grabs another wipey to get the shit off her leg and daughter's leg, and the guitar is riffing, like I said, and now I can smell the legs, and dad is playing with Legos like ain't shit happening and, oh, shit is definitely happening, and the speakers blare a song that sounds like "Hey Jude" but it is puppets singing "Hey Food," so I stuff another ice-cream cup cake in my ice-cream cup cake hole, and sip a green bottle of sweating beer, and grab a chip for the artichoke dip, and the daughter is crying and the mom is talking and wiping legs, and a balloon pops but dad won't look up from the Legos, and maybe diabetes is not so bad, so I eat another ice-cream cup cake.