Ants, Anteaters and a keg (or two)

I drank and drank
for this I thank
darkest dream 
extreme and dank
and full of ants 
ants in pants
A partner panting 
because he cant
fit into his jeans
Too many legs, 
Too many kegs
burps before he begs
Need a suit
of silk stringbeans!"

they watched the anteaters
ferocious feeders
Failure to mind manners 
overtly eager.
tongues lazily licking
tiny feet.
To crunch, to munch
roasted ants in a bunch
red pepper added 
for flavor and heat

And so they feast
facing east
Around a camp fire
Full of ire
Voodoo dancing
religious romancing
effigee enchanting
Dark clouds hanging
thunder banging
storm is norm
stars normally sagging

angry anteaters eating
seating, listening to readings
one recites
beneath moonlit night
"somewhere a sheep weeps
as she sleeps 
in a bed of led
with little bo peep"
More twisted fairtales, 
fairies in hell
cellular bells
ringing, more singing
more swinging, drinking
pop pop. Ant heads pinging

Ants tangled in pants 
can't escape. 
hung by neck 
knobs
and nape 
listlessly listening
glistening 
in sticky
red pepper sauce.
Lives livid lost
before frost 
of early morning
flinging.
All this,
the cost of binge drinking.