Eyes to the left, eyes to the right,
For what we see is just oversight.
It’s a Saturday night, people are busy,
Not with work anymore, but it’s about girlfriends and getting dizzy.
How does the person feel? What have they endured?
Let that thought flow down the gutter, just like the alcohol down your throat.
Remember this, that it will end,
A meaning will come to life;
And if it doesn’t so, well, you still lived a fabulous night!
iambanik 