This ain’t just a poem, it’s my every Friday with my homies.
Stuck in traffic that’s not flowing,
I’m just a guy with a hidden talent,
but this time around I’m gonna show it.
Kept it hidden since ’95 when I was 15,
but it’s 2006 and it’s Friday and this is how it’s gonna be.
So I call Liah and Minguez,
“Get ready, pick you up at 7:30”.
I tell Gina to come over
and Yippee not to be a party pooper.
Tonight we’re hitting the scene.
Whoever gets in our way there’s no escaping.
Who you are is irrelevant to us, ‘cause we’re the ones stealing the show.
We’re here to eat, drink and have fun, so let the haters drown in their own flow.
When we all get together the destruction is imminent.
Have a long Island if you’re feeling impotent.
I’m trying to make these lyrics flow like the waves.
When Minguez gets a few drinks, she speaks in languages.
Liah’s about to tear up that restroom, so leave for your own sake.
I feel pity for whoever goes after her, ‘cause their lives are at stake.
I see two over there that need to get a room so they can score
and Liah on the newspaper with her tongue out and on all four.
Can someone get the car? I think somebody’s drunk.
If she doesn’t shut up, we’ll just put her in the trunk.
We all ride in one car, how we do it? Don’t ask.
We’re leaving people, but like the Terminator, we’ll be back.
So good night cruel world, I’m about to hit the sack
and this was ladies and gentlemen another typical Friday night with the pack.
Written on July 12, 2006
Composition number: 242