![]() DrinkFastA Poem by cynicalbeliever![]() All I ever see at weekends now are kids my age all going out with the sole intention of getting wasted. A snippet of just some of the things I've seen or,embarrassingly, done whilst on a night out.![]() Start the night getting ready, Hair done, Clothes sorted, Spray sprayed, Set up for a night of drink. Friends call at the door, Ideas of the night ahead form, Of how they'll be your wingman and you'll be theirs, Already consuming alcohol before you're out the door. The taste foul, The effect immediate, Slurred voice warped mind. Walk the street See a guy urinate on a passing car Another hits a cop Consume more and dart into the club. Music pumping head spinning girls walk by and your friends push you towards them More drinks consumed for courage more slurred voices as she leads you to the toilets No memory of what just happened a grin on her face before another fight happens. Notacluewhatjusthappenedmissedtaxicollapsingonthefloorfightingallaroundyoutheneedto drinkmorepeoplesurroundyouscreamingforcingmoredownyouwhilstallthewhileI'minthe cornerthinking... "What a f*****g drunk mess!"
© 2011 cynicalbelieverAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 29, 2011 Last Updated on March 29, 2011 Author![]() cynicalbelieverEastrington, Middle of nowhere, United KingdomAboutI'm Tom, 19, supposed mechanic. When I think on my past I see alot of mistakes, I see a bitter person, angry at anything and everything. But thankfully some truly amazing people literally saved my lif.. more..Writing
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