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oh, this party

its alive, its noisy

[its stuffed beyond capacity]



in a cozy cage

somewhere uptown

up three flights of stairs

spewing oxygen

in mass abundunce

while co2 circulates the noise

dirtying the floor

with wild footprints

and mishappened spills

from unable bodies

filling up the kitchen

with half empty beers and cigarettes

leaving with a sloppy smirk

deploying incoherent jabber

they sway sideways out the door

and trickle down the stairs

towards the electric night of city life

where back at home they sleep easy

due to high amounts of drink

...but in the morning

it hits like a hammer

right into the head

banging back and forth so much

slicing thoughts into fragments

so when they wake they won't forget

just how great it was



so, a drink you say?

sure, ill take a drink

cuz  there's no need to think tomorrow

well, theres no need to think right now

i don't think i need to think

i think ill just take a drink

and worry when i'm vomiting

or driving right into a pole

or fucking another random girl

[who cleary has some STD]



or maybe i'll just smoke a joint

and laugh

and wonder about sad poets

who still drink away their sorrows

every night