It is Friday night motherfuckers.
Sonja and I,
We went out,
Like we usually do,
For food,
But mostly for drinks.
Sonja hit the red.
It made her feel good.
I hit the 1516.
It made me feel numb.
For some reason
We got to talking about stags.
The cops are good for fuck all,
We agreed,
Except for deciding
Which stag was best.
If the cops do not
Bust down the door,
Your stag,
It could have been better.
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