You've like a star, the power to enjoy all
as long as that keeps boredom in its fall.
Don't worry about death giving a call.
Drink, smoke and rock as you like to install
into your heart, mood like a disco's ball.
Life is mirth to be spent at a dance hall.
Extend your fun beyond its roof and wall
e'er, to erect much above the towers tall.
Sweeter to dash and die than live and crawl.
Let the sight of shapely women enthrall
within your heart, fleshly itch large not small.
To like life is rich, but not to is gall.
Raise your sound's system like a bar's drunk brawl,
to ward off from your mind's frame, despair's maul.
Life's not meant to be screened by regret's pall.
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, alcohol, dancing, fun, smoking
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