That Was Fun

Never been the nice guy.
If someone said I'll pay ya to be good.
Hell I know there wouldnt be any use to try.

The party is something I know well.
Music blasting  drinks pouring.
Said ya got a secret well get closer darlin and do tell.

Your husbans coming home well darlin.
I gotta run.
Im allergic to bullets but sugar its been fun.

We all have troubles.
Some preffer to the confessional.
Me I'd rather drown my sorrows with a stripper called bubbles.

Broken knuckles  and  half empty bottle of rum.
Maybe playing  tree tag  at  midnight  wasnt very smart.
Hey is normal for your  legs to go numb?

Nights spent in plessure  mornings  waking  hungover apon 
the floor.
Trying to recall the night of your life.
And wondering why parts of your anatomy are sore.

No cent left in pocket  sipping cocktails 
beside the ocean underneath that summer sun.
Might lead to a early grave.
But befor that final breath  I'll and say dam that was fun.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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July 9, 2009 at 8:06 PM
JOhn, this is a humorous fun-filled write filled with drunken passion and losing yourself to the night. Glad you had fun, also reminds me of that song, Give me Three Steps, cause you mentioned having fun with a woman who was married. Great Write!
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July 5, 2009 at 3:10 PM
This is wildly funny, John! Enjoyed all of it, especially the part where you flee from your "sugar's" house. You have a great sense of humor! Thanks for giving me some laughs today. Love, Carolyn
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