Circles of friends and associates
beating the dance floor with
new pairs of shoes, jamming away
the stress of all the days
before this Saturday
night. No fights, just groovy
times. Someone calls a
round of shots for everyone,
I’m the one in the bunch who
picks one up anyway,
despite the taste that disgusts me,
that it takes me out of my
mind. But cheers to memorable
times anyway, to me, my
friends, and the rest of the
cool crowd, we-drink-until-we-
end-crowd.
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