Party Hearty
When life's drudgery is pulling me down,
I love the atmosphere of a party.
And whether a nerd or the office clown
I like a jokester who parties hearty.
What's funnier than a drunken buddy
weaving from one brouhaha to the next?
And if fights break out and things get bloody,
at least it's not done under false pretext.
Partiers are a happy-go-lucky lot
who live in the now; they find themselves in.
And the crazy ones are eagerly sought;
for they're the zing that lets the fun begin.
Partiers are friends I want to be around;
when life's drudgery is pulling me down.
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