This is a peom I wrote when I was a freshman in high school while itting in detention. LOL
When your feeling low, down and out,
look me up, and without a doubt,
we'll find a party, and a few guys,
if mom busts us, I hope her dog dies.
We'll get a coke and a fifth of E.T.,
and get so stoned, we can't see.
Then we'll jam on some Skynyrd and Hatchet,
you smoke one and I'll match it.
Then we'll talk about the good old days,
talk about Hendricks and Purple Haze,
Call up the square,
and see if Stevie's there.
We'll finish off the bottle,
by then our heads a wreck,
but if you act bad,
I'll snap your neck.
We'll be hung over the next day,
but it's better to burn out then fade away!