Friday Nights Poem by Richard R Collins Jr
Friday Nights
It ponders my mind
Those were the good times
Cruising the boulevard
Stopping at Drive thru's
Mcdonolds
Burger king
Wendy's
Get fat
Not realizing about the cholesterol
That's going high in me.
Salt intake
Eeeks!
Music blasting out of joints
Strip clubs not far. Wow
But no more
No more wild weekends
No more driving under streets lights
Back in the early nineties
No more Friday nights
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