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Friday Fucking Night
written by mattwhatever04:15 PM 3/7/05It's Friday night, the weekends here
Now I’m free, have no fear
City streets and bright neon lights
Drunken blokes picking fights
A gram of coke, and twelve pints
Sexy girls coming out for the night
The streets are alive, electric
I'm offered an ounce, and I accept it
Clubs pumping out the tunes
Fuck faced losers acting like loons
In the club dancing, the girls are looking fine
Pretty soon their mine
You can smell the sex in the air
No sense no restrictions, just doing whatever I care
Getting with a gorgeous blonde
We go to the car and she fucks my wond
Six shots, forty fags and a kebab
The best fucking shag I’ve ever had
The nights pitch black
A fucking good night, and that’s a fact! |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I love friday lol
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| » Comments / Feedback | by wicked_angel6996 (3-7-2005 - 07:40 PM)
| hey this isn't exactly for this poem this is for the majority of them. I read them all and found them all deep and meaningful and you get you damn point across and i guess that's what counts right? so i guess you can take that as a compliment. |
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