The Pyramid Stage rises from the ground,
A jagged tooth protruding upwards,
Releasing golden stars in sparkly costumes
Skipping through the summer sunset haze.
The flags on poles as long as fishing rods
Wave in slow mo time, the breeze
Fluttering through them to the music beat,
And girls will sit on shoulders of
Their boyfriends as they sip from cans
Of beer warmed by the evening sun.
They’re all here for the music though;
To hear the classic tunes as stars look down
And fireworks fly into an inky sky
With key change times that bring that tears
To crowds lost in this hedonistic world.