Destination, Midnight
Destination midnight,
a new year,
and time to close.
I feel sick and don't want to be here,
what a holiday,
again,
alone.
Eleven thirty,
really,
it was eleven twenty five,
like a half an hour ago.
Busy,
A worker bee drone,
struggling to find his way home.
Finally,
I'm free,
sober and walking home.
I spot my boy in his
black
Jeep Liberty,
drunk driving.
Swerving all over the road.
"YO"
he yells,
with an intoxicated tone.
So, I drove
the half mile
to my lake side abode.
My room-mates had an itch,
For a New Year kiss,
unwilling to miss
this drunken colliegate mix.
I too needed a fix!!!
Capa Alpha Zeta,
Beer pong &
Crunk dance.
Drunken conversations loom,
young adults yearn,
seeding thier late night romance.
To be Continued.....
"Destination, Jeep"
Jared Pickett
1/2/10
Asavvy1
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