Party time
Why do you choose to dwell alone,
Feast you shall not.
For youth is cruel and short my friend,
And you do not have a lot.
Let’s shake those demons of procrastination,
and build a joyous bridge.
They may not be the brightest bunch,
But there’s beers in the fridge.
May i tempt you with a bite to eat,
The taste supersedes this stale air.
The evening just won’t be the same without you,
Come frolic with those who care.
Your boredom is clear, leave it alone,
Your hunger has waited it’s turn.
Your chariot awaits, the sun’s are aligned,
The tequila is ready to burn.
(2011)
