Saturday Night

Last Saturday night

I tried to drown all my worries

Watched my youthful twenty five years

Floating in a glass of cock-tail

Spent my night out partying

At the grooviest places in town

Dancing with those pretty girls at the club

This cock-tail has the flavor

To ease all my worries

A thousand stars twinkle before my eyes.

Depression is a word only whispered

Sunday morning

Finds me hidden beneath my covers

Still studying my problems;

Some stupid bitch blaming me

As the father of her child

She deserved that one night stand

Should have used a condom

To avoid this silly pregnancy headache

I’m here in my room

Surrounded with words;

Disoriented, disconcerted

My head spins!

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