Drunk Decisions
they say friday nights are when
wild youth go out on the
town and kick up their boots
the weekend begins so lets go out tonight
I know place, have a friend
he's a really nice guy
and it's October so the gals wear
short skirts and long lashes
I'm lucky to know who I know
but the place in my mind I
didn't want to go
now my new friends, my good
friends, now they know
three beers and two shots and
that other shit they mixed
everything was much slower
and it was fun to think
because my sight had blurred motion
i worked hard to keep focus
and convince them I could carry
on intelligent conversation
and I told them what they should have heard
because it only made sense
for my deepest darkest secrets to
be spilled like that water on her face
and I won that game, chugged half the
cup and danced in the kitchen
there were only five girls there
and the same, or more, guys
that guy's mom came home and didn't say a word
about her obvious suspicion that I was underage
as were two other girls, but the rest were
much older. I went to the bathroom like four times
it was kinda weird, but then she was crying
I didn't know why, we all had drinks and she
wanted to go home but she said she'd stay there
but she wouldn't stay alone
and i went to another house
in another bed I slept
in the morning I had little balance but
all my secrets they kept…
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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