ring around the rosie

[devilboybcp]

Pockets Full of Inebriation

Friday nights, and truth be told,
It’s a party every week.
The mood is hot, the beer is cold
Morals play hide and seek.
In a basement on the floor
Try your hardest to get cozy.
Both of you know what’s in store,
This isn’t Ring Around the Rosie.
With pockets full of inebriation,
It can be hard to see.
Illegal drugs our source of passion.
How much better could life be?
Friday nights may turn to ashes
If it’s a partner your with out.
Just breath in those ashes
And get too high to pout.
Here’s the last toast of the evening
To our livers we shall drown.
To the doubles we’ve been drinking
To make us all fall down.

brian pope