i want to tell you
a story it's about
my friend it was
his brithday he
hadn't smoked in 6 days and
got drunk he
made some
poor choices
ended up
climbing the stairs to his
girlfriend's place
one two
three then
passed out
backwards into the
waiting wintry bushes
who received him
oh so gently,
sssshhhhhhh, they said,
caressing him softly on the
way down
but, somehow, grey
as a ghost
he schlepped up
the stairs to
pass out
in the bathtub
where he managed to puke
on his own naked body
several times.
He did manage to rouse
himself, though,
just long enough to
make an advance
or two towards his
girlfriend, who
(surprisingly),
refused.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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