Every night at my house we'd get high. <br />We were soaring like birds in flight. <br />My parents were never there. <br />So I didn't care. <br />We would get stoned out of our minds. <br />And leave cyringes and needles behind. <br />We would party till dawn <br />Then mess up the lawn. <br />If there were cops who knew <br />I had no clue.<br /><br />Jeff Fleischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-night-4/
