Boredom sets in,
you notice,
the liquor cabnet,
the key in plain site,
you decide to make things interesting,
drinking cheackers.
The rules there simple,
every move,
costs a shot.
He jumps you,
time for a shot,
you jumps two of his,
that's two.
The bottle empties quick,
the game seems to take forever,
you vision gets blurry,
time to head home,
Boredom disappears.
You desides boredom equals cheakers.
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well, i actually like the poem even though i really can't relate. i have never even sipped a whine cooler, bud light, ect. nothing with alcohol has entered my mouth. lol. but i could imagine a lot of my friends that go to school with me doing something like this. good poem.
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