Drinking In Watertown Poem by Black Rabbit

Going out on the town tonight.
Looking for some fun and maybe a fight.
Doing only half of what I should.
The other half doing what I would.
Being fancy and carefree.
Just doing my thing if you let me.

Going from place to place.
Trying to remember everybodies face.
In case they buy me a shot or a brew.
That way I can do the same for them too.
But only if my money holds out.
Because I'm not rich of that, theres very little doubt.

And when I make it home at the end of the night.
I try to stand up straight with all my might.
I stagger back to my room, my bed.
And I sleep the sleep of the dead.
I finely wake up and look around.
I relize what happened, I went drinking in Watertown.