Always Remember: Saturday night leads to Sunday morning

by † Usher Stiegler †   Sep 9, 2006


Start of the night,
It's only 7 o'clock,
Group of mates,
Ready to rock.

58 cans of vodka,
3 cartons full of rum,
A group of multi-coloured,
And enough pills to make you numb.

9 o'clock, Already drunk,
Mumble your words, Talk Alot of junk.

Skater parties, The best in town,
Ollie into pools, then nearly drown.

11 o'clock, skate the street,
Pass out,
And then repeat.

Falling asleep at the crack of dawn,
Freezing cold,
On some randoms lawn.

Get a lift home from one of my mates,
It's odd how much fun alcohol creates.

Next morning, worst hangover Ive had in a while,
But then again you have to smile.
As the fun time that I had last night was worth the day of wishing it was over,
Although sometimes I wish that I remained sober.

**Im tired and bored, And I know its stupid but Im having trouble rhyming because im so damn tired :( Anyway, Mabe someone will like it, Maybe they wont, Either way I dont care :P**

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  • 17 years ago

    by Brook

    I really like this. Its a different concept, and a different way of writing, but its very good. Comment some of mine?
    xox

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