The Peak of All Fools Ⅲ (Psychedelic Rock)

Opening the door, Stench of early summer air, Standing frozen there. All mixed up in one, Mountain of garbage stacked high, Flies dancing around. Renting the first floor, People from a foreign land, Strangers in this town. Fury hits the sky, Banging hard on every door, Smashing through the walls. Gathered in the yard, People from so many lands, Lost and so confused. Japanese words fail, No communication connects, Signs and gestures try. Pungent to the nose, Desperately sorting it all, At the garbage shed. Now it’s clean and bright, Reaching far beyond the words, Smiling face to face. Late into the night, Someone's knocking on my door, Faces from the day. In my risky clothes, Just a revealing nightgown, Following their lead. "Party," so they said, Sensing danger in the air, Guarding my defense. Trained upon the hills, With this body built so tough, I will never lose. Thick and humid air, Heaviness of male sweat, Dangerously close. Spread upon the board, Homemade dishes from their homes, Feast of gratitude. Everyone stands up, Shouting out with all their hearts, Stammering in tongues. "Big sister, you know, Thank you so very much, today," Grateful words resound. All the cautious walls, Vanish into bubbles of beer, Fading fast away. Joining in the ring, Smiling in the souvenir, Picture of the night. To my family home, Sending update of my life, Forwarding the shot. With a silly grin, Surrounded by a crowd of men, Caught upon the screen. The immediate call, Ringing out so loud and fierce, Breaking through the phone. "Divorced, and you are, Surrounded by foreign men? What on earth is this?!" "Go and get a match! Do not shorten your parents' lives! Find a husband now!" "Wearing such loose clothes, Smiling like a total mess, The Peak of All Fools!"