Whoops...between work and an overly self-involving set of applications, I've found myself with no time to write this week...and since I didn't win the lotto either...so deep into my vaults we go!
Next week...maybe.
This was written for the perspective of someone who isn't me...which should be obvious since it's about a girl at a party getting hit on...just clarifying is all...
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[Party]
Uh-oh again he will come
His heavy steps like a drumStumbling about just like a bum
Smelling much like vodka and rum
He’ll try what he can
While staring at my chestTo bring me down to his place
And let his dick do the rest
His advances are useless
His jokes are just dumbNow he tries to impress me
By some trick with his thumb
I want to turn away
Because he’s starting to
stinkBut I dare not look elsewhere
Lest he doctor my drink
Now he’s walking away
To replace his empty canBut soon he is replaced
By a new drunk man
He lets out a huge grin
When he realizes I’m a girlJust before he bends over
And proceeds to hurl
He seems alright after
As he gives me a waveJust as the party host screams
“Get the fuck out Dave!”
So that drunk is gone
Replaced by the lastAs I sarcastically say
“I’m having a blast.”
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