We all know that party, <br />where daddy's little girl perfects the art of being a whore, <br />where you find your bed to be the cold bathroom tile floor, <br />where drink by drink you sink and sink further out of reality, <br />where decisions are made; as problems the same, with your newfound drunken mentality, <br />where the shy have grown fearless with each sip they take, <br />where we see behind the Maybelline mask of those labeled as 'fake', <br />where morals exist even less than parents do, better yet, <br />where virginities are lost in the parents' room, <br />where the party thrower suddenly becomes 'chill' until the hype of the night previous has soon been forgotten, <br />where those who brag about how the police came, they ran, and weren't caught and, <br />where a sober minds silence is broken, where a magic marker does its joking on the face of those who partook in alttile too much smoking and now lay with their eyes unopen, <br />where with middle fingers up, adolescents declare their independence on school, rules and society, <br />where with red solo cups filled up, toast an end to all sobriety, <br />so to all those passed out masses, <br />of freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior classes, <br />that wake with their eyes bagging, pants sagging, and bodies dragging to find that their 'perfect night' is now over, <br />I'll laugh at all you Project X posers, those guilty of indicent exposure, and those who steal their parents closure, <br />because I'll be waking up sober.<br /><br />Stephen Mateus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sober-14/
