Party at the bar, beers, liquor
by now, it all tastes the same.
Me and my best friend having a
good old time. Double vision
is what we see, no wait! Triple!!
Time to leave, no driver to be seen.
Pulled over, crap! In jail.
No one to call to get us out.
I glance over to you with a questioning look.
"Damn...We fucked up."
A contest entry
- A Quickie Sort of... by Nighttime angel.
570 points, ended April 6, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I Need A Laugh by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended April 29, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I agree with Nighttime angel, see what happenes when you try to have fun. cute little poem, even though I don not believe cute is the right word.
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see what happens when friends have fun, one never knows where they will end up. I love your poem, you did a great job with the prompt.
good luck
kat
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