College Noir

This Place Is A Kiddie Disco With MC-ing Between The Songs
Though It Could Be The Re-heated Pre-poured Pints That Have You Cranky
Or The Lack Of Hanky Panky Though It Is Fucking Tasteless Fosters Tuesdays
And Did That Bitch Just Flick Half The Ash Off Her Joint And Into My Pint
And Then Continued Talking About Her Bullshit Theology Degree She Picked Just So She Could Disagree
God Let Me Go Home So I Can Vomit The Night's Emotion On To A Page
And Revel In It Offstage At Least Then I'll Be Satisfied In My Dis-satisfaction
So I'll Wait Till One Is In The Toilet And The Other Pulls
And Bulls Through Another Group Of Girls I Have Little Interest In
No Matter How Easy Or Thin He Says They Are, So I'll Slip Off
With The Promise Of A Jerk-Off  Like A Car Slowly Passing At Two In Morning
Without Warning They Wanna Jump Me, Oh Shit Them Guys Wanna Jump Me
At Least The Ride Is A Guarantee, Please God Let Them Jump Me
And The Headlights Pass And Leave Me Be At My Front Door
So It's Bed Where I Force Myself To Dream Of My Bestie
Plugging Away In The Next Room And My Voice Comes Too Soon
But I Can Only Use Crude Words For Cruder Ends
And Make It Worse In Print And The Two Of Us Are There
So I Ain't On My Own In A Mutual Masturbation Poem

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