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Random Poem:

party
Bobby

Girls of fourteen drinking vodka too fast
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increasingly drunk, feel ill by half past
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three in the afternoon, still pissed by ten
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how can they be so bladdered by then?
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I know for a fact theres a shortage of drink-
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except for the stash hidden under the sink,
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or the expense vintage wines in the back room
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which locked out of sight, we're forbidden to consume.
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Still what the hell! I stuck to fizzy pop,
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that cheap crap you buy from the local corner shop
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that unless you're at a party you'd never want to buy,
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but the mood of the night makes you give it a try.
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Sat now on a sofa, soft drink in hand
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and if the sofa is taken, you can always just stand
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in a doorway, desperate to find a known face,
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hoping for someone to talk to in this place.
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No one can be arsed with meeting someone new
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unable to connect - until they've had a few.
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Instead they just stare silently at the floor,
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blaming the party for their social flaw.
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In the kitchen now, pouring another glass,
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mind gone quite blank, just checking out the ass,
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avoiding the drunk, passed out on the floor,
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despite his paraletic state he still wants some more.
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Make time to watch the host, as they fret and sweat
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shouting at the guests for abusing the pet.
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Avoid that loner who drones when he talks,
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and find the slut who sleeps with what walks.
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Once turned down, find a forgotten room
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sit yourself down and drown in the gloom
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and then realise slowly your gonna die alone,
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get totally pissed - then piss off home
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