Late Night Fun

Never touched a beer
Never smoked a blunt
Never laced on a lifestyle
Never raised or loaded a gun
Never snuck out the house
Never found out who I truly am
Maybe I'll touch a beer
Maybe I'll smoke a blunt
Maybe I'll open up that lifestyle
Maybe I'll put a clip in that gun
Maybe I'll sneak out the house
Maybe I'll get to know the other half of me
I'll take a sip of that beer
I'll take a hit of that blunt
I'll put on that lifestyle
I'll conceal that gun for insurance purposes
I'll drive home after these next bottles of beer
I'll express and let myself flow like a river cause I like this side of me
The clock hits midnight five weeks ago from the party Lucy held and now I'm locked away for..
Sipping some beer
Hitting some blunts
Accused of rape
Firearm without my name registered to it
Driving my dead friend's car
There's no such thing as late night fun.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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