“Postparty Depression”
You threw the party of the century!
Lights, loose dancing and loud music
overshadows all the internal injuries.
How did your wallet get in the toaster?
Just look at your mother’s coffee table
with condensation rings beside the coaster!
Shhh, stop singing the Swollenwood Blues;
you might wake up the passed out stranger
in your bed that you forgot YOU screwed.
Head throbbing from all the confusion,
you question why the jungle juice dumped
into each crimson cup was a stagnant, stinging solution.
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