Sumerian Phoenician Or Summer Phun- Pun! Run!

here comes the sun fried chicken batter thickens mind quickens meat eaters not wickens down on the beach temperatures reach hot, white peaches and sand leaches' peeps and watermelon, bruthas be a yellin booties be swellin that's where I fell in love with you brotherhood, sisterhood young supple dry wood if I could do art I would but I never do what I 'should' but what YOU would, always, all clears after haze bodies are just clays of colors, from me all yes no nays to you I bow all you me do wow lizard or cow we're all perfect in the now