This poem is based off the aftermath of when I got invited to a house party and my thoughts on it.
Round and around like a merry go round
My head keeps spinning and going up and down
My head is turning inside out
These fumes are making me go inane
This music just sounds completely insane
This guy is talking to me like it’s something profane
as he hands the guy a bag of cocaine
God this music is hurting my brain!
Someone hands me some kind of grain
I’m drinking that shit till its drained
These thoughts come to me
hazed
In a room full of people dancing
like they’ve been depraved
By something they’ve never seen before
yet they’re still asking for more
