Saturday Night
By Jordan Dean
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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