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!)




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