Seven to Eight
As the sun goes down,
he began to wake.
Street lights shining through the window
his eyes ache.
He doesn’t like this sound,
the screech of the L trains brakes.
His alarm clock starts to shake,
there’s no sound just shakes.
He looks to the time,
its Seven to EIGHT!
In his mind he feels late.
He began to dress
wanting to impress.
He looks to a calendar,
to view the date,
It’s Saturday,
his YOLO night,
You Only Live Once.
His night goes on,
and his drinks don’t last,
he goes on draining the vodka from his glass.
The alcohol beast is here at last,
he quickly turns into a drunken mess.
Sweating and delusional, he
hops off the seat, throwing the first punch,
to the first guy his fist meets
he gets it back as quick as a heartbeat.
As he engages in a fight,
Broken bottles catch flight
In his head everything’s going to be alright,
no thoughts of it being his last night
Bang Bang!, Shots are fired,
and he loses sight.
To everyone around,
this has become his last night.
He awakes in his room,
Street lights shining,
The L train screeches,
Alarm clock shakes,
He looks at the time
its Seven to Eight
He has feelings of being late
He looks to the
Only to find
This date
Its Saturday
And every night
After was YOLO Night
Beginning at Seven to Eight
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