Saturday Nite Poem by Jamie Fungarretti

Saturday Nite



Get the f up Lauren
You're drunk as dicks

Steve put me into a dangerous position tonight
He forced me to ditch the bad Krahl
Steve is a bad guy
Real dirty
Dirty Steve as I call him

You all are p words I'm still raging
Ok… it's 2 AM not a problem
Not for me, I am JO
RAGE RAGE RAGE.
The bars stay open for me because I am the rage machine

I am big!
I am fat!
I am powerful!
Bars open doors!
Open wide!
Open sesame!
They have oriented

I am in
I am drunk
Drink Drink Drink

I will now go outside
Wow it's chilly
JK it's like 50 degrees
Not cold at all

Wow
I'm free
Love it out there for me
Virginia governor is racist I hear.
Carrots are Yummy
Janina. Ma tata
Bakunin magata (What the F JP)
Near the end the fish were happy.

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