Each night in my kitchen,
There is a party.
They always forget to invite me,
Their music is so loud,
They keep me awake.
Drinking spill water on my counter,
And getting half baked,
Every once in a while,
One will end up in bed with me.
The poison I brought, gave it a snap.
Most go sleeping off during the day,
So, once the light goes off,
they can come out and play..
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