Just Another Game Won

The chime of the doorbell rings.

Music pumps inside.

BYOB is on the minds of the young, hardly innocent.

There's not a sober body in the place.

Slurred shouting fills the air.

Booming laughter grabs attention

as spilled Budweiser pools

in shag carpet and across acid wash jeans.

Burnt popcorn faces rejection.

Outside, the air smells of weed,

useless banter and humorless jokes.

Filtered cigarettes and bonfire smoke

rises in a plume to hang heavily in a cloud

above the drugged faces

after the Friday night football game.