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Sep 2016
The night life surrounding me,
So full of madly wild diversity,
Thrill seekers running amuck,
Speeding through the streets and avoiding the cops.
Teens stay up late and parade in a frenz,
Drinking all night, Till the sun hits the sands.
So many people up and out,
Chasing the night life and living it up,
Getting into fights and smashing up cars.
Harassing the pigs till they can't fight the sleep any longer,
Then the party gets stronger.
The sounds of skidding tires and laughing minors,
Smashing bottles and rap music throttles,
As if summer never ended,
And these people go bonkers.
But when morning finally hits,
The hangovers take over,
Someone wakes up in jail and has no idea what they did to deserve this,
Woman arise with a tattooed chest,
Of the one they loved that night,
But don't even know them yet.
Stolen wallets and cars, cuz no one could keep track,
******* parents who woke and heard about the party their child was at,
Minors being grounded cuz they were woken by their own parents at the party they'd crashed.
Broken noses and ****** foreheads,
Cuz things got a little too real for a person who snapped.
The sun hitting the sands, now it's time for a nap.
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