This Night
Twelve Hotpockets, three two liters, and a tray of fries
That how we roll, no lies
Tonight is so fun, we eat till we pass
wake up in the morning with some nasty gas
I want you all to know, this poem is being written as we do
Everything I have talked about, if only you knew
Brodey, Kyle, Kasi and I
Are all going to eat until we die
Like I said before this is how we roll
Oh my god we are going to get so full
Amen to that, praise our night
Even if its wrong with no right
AFTER
I just ate three hot pockets, lot of fries
Im about to cry
It was so good, But I should have stopped at two
I should of knew
I'd feel like this, but it was so worth the pain
I dont think I will ever be the same
This night of food, has really changed my world
OMG I GOT TO GO HURL
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