
Wake up
The party’s over
The guests fed on their vulture diet
Alcohol, drugs & rage riots
Amanda as usual drank & puked
Bob, stupid in love, held her through
Chris got naked & jumped off the roof
Cocaine on the table is proof
Of the abuse that the house took
The neighbours look-
-On with their long necks & longer tongues
Preaching sobriety like virgin nuns
All while the bed retains the love making smell
The host’s house is parents’ hell
The long wait to hang out & have fun
Ends with a shot of the gun-
-High in the air & the police sirens
Play out like a melancholic violin
Signaling a night to be spent in jail
While the house also contains a baby’s wail
Her single mother’s drunk & passed out
Was a wild night & a wilder crowd
Everyone runs off, while the host hits the ground
Cops take him away
He was 19 or so they say
But hey.
It was a nice party
What else could he have done
The pressure of making friends & having fun
Alone? Nah. He was fine
Living life off cheap food & wine
His crime?
To fit in & share
Now he gets jail rocked in his cell
And gets dirty stares
(Soap drop!)
-मंच
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