Uh, Poem time. There is no rhyme (HA) or reason for this.
Summer nights. Long days.
Watching bum fights in a drugged haze.
What do you do when the sun comes out?
Leave your house and soak in the rays
Go on an adventure
Eat a bag of lays
Dip them in cheese
You know this is just a phase.
Twenty somethings floating through life
Hanging with a girl that’s nice
Brand new pair of J’s
Phone, keys, wallet, knife.
We’re all in this maze.