Word 4 Word Poem by Shane Clawson

I tagged along with the group
the beer was payed for, they insisted I gulp it down
I had no choice but to sip it, down, down it went
the bitter taste stuck with me
it tastes like gasoline, oh why did i listen?
I should have went home when I had the chance
I give anything to be on my door step
the smell of drunkies and pizza fills my lungs, where ever I go
the taste of gasoline stays with me
mother I wish you were here but unfortunately you're not
You're on a trip
oh brother, I wish I could tell you I want to go home
but you are not sober
oh man, the outcome is unpredictable, im very, very scared
oh dear cousin, Im texting you
hear me out and be pacient
what's going on and how I feel and what's inside
will take awhile to type, word for word, I make it clear
I feel weak amongst these people, I wish they would disapear
this is what I get for tagging along with the group
a warm shower sounds so good, maybe then I will be clean
I want to rest my head on my pillow
forgeting this had ever happend