Me and my white cup (the poem and the story)

its friday night again
another chance to live the night life
friends bang at my door
reminding me we got twenty minutes more
jump into my party mood

ready to be one with the crew

bright lights shine on the dark road

tall lights shine the dark night

as the blunt goes round and round

freeing the spirit that comes out to roar

jump out of the mobile

in the rush to be immobile

she passes and smiles

handing me the white cup

scent that brings delight

as i gulp the first of the night

burning sensation drifts down my throat

as my mind blows out in smoke

music screaming in my ear

happy feelings riding near

bodies crashing,screaming,and loving

like a pool of cat fish feeling for life

as the amount changes in my white cup

reality journeys to fantasy

I gasp for a breath of air

suffocating in the mass of body

trying to survive the uncertain end

I walk around just to get my mind straight

as the cool night breeze brings me to my state

the last of the first stand at task

the only that still holds space in my white cup

I have drowned all I could into you

only to wake with more than I need

drowned my shame in vain
gained my pain in main

.......LEVON



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