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Binge Drinker
A bottle held loosely in her palm,
she's so tried from partying all night long.
Her "friends" wrote cruse words on her face.
Behind her lips is the vodka's after taste.
Around her on the floor are red plastic cups.
Behind her someone lays in throw up.
In the morning the party isn't as cool.
There's a mess everywhere and underwear in the pool.
When the ambulance takes your drunken friends away.
Almost in a second your buzz goes away.
And the Smirnoff that buried her down six feet;
all the sudden doesn't taste as sweet.
Now the party-goers all mourn in black
knowing they'll never get the best binge drinker back.
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