18 February 2013
And you say to your friends: "Come over & we'll drink!" But you'll be old and grumpy Sooner than you think
Bottles of wine Just like your lust You stare at my face In slight disgust
"You sure don't ever have fun or play?" Well I'm kind of absolutist And we're underage anyway...
You say "Life's short!" And guess what darling, I know that too That's why I'm hoping You won't make rest of it poo
All your youth You partied and raved Any joys left for adulthood? None you saved.
Poem For A Classmate • Opuss № I