The Drunken Girl PoemDrink your fucking punch, and dance around,Dance to the sound of music; keep your feet on the ground,Youre so drunk bitch; youre feeling less and less,Tonight youll meet with a stranger and you will undress,You will find yourself on a bed and you taste booze,Youre kissing lips, but you dont know whoseHell breaks loose, youre not amused,You slur in your speech, you waddle to the door,Now everyone on the 1st floor will see you as a dirty whore
WINTERWinterIts funny how the weather changesAnd complete strangersAsks for change, andWe exchangeNumbersIts funny how the weather makesMe fall in love for goodness sake,I hate to love, and love to hate,But its too lateGoing at this rateIve got to wait, to see things straight,But it feels greatPlease let it stick,Not feeling sick,Happy, almost orgasmic,Jumping around, in ecstasy, eccentricThis has to be epicIts amazing, how we clickIts like ..MusicI cant wait every dayWhen we meet up, and we say hey,We dust off, dust awayIts such a cliché,But the things
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