Spring 2019

Saturday Night Thoughts

Ja’Von Town


My mind slowly sways and swings

To the tunes that my drunk boys begin to sing.

My thoughts start to violently dance and yell,

Trying to suppress depressing thoughts, that begin to smell.

I begin cursing my peers who walk past, while never moving my lips

The master only reveals himself when his slave takes more than one sip.


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