Random Thoughts*18* My Birthday
Twenty third of September
two thousand nine.
A night to remember
intoxicated,
the casino smells of pine.
I have just turned twenty nine...
Loud,
a mixed crowd.
Drinking,
gambling,
I'm in the smokers lounge.
Hunting,
I'm a sex hound.
Thinking,
while dancing.
We make our rounds.
R&B sounds,
Coming from above.
Dancing with fury,
drinking without care.
Tomorrow is going to hurt,
hungover,
alone in my lair
Jared Pickett
9/26/09
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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