That Party Poem by Angello Furigay

What do you call that party that doesn’t end?
The one that everyone wants to attend?
The one with dancing to rock and roll?
The one that is so out of control?
The one that is totally filled with pretty girls?
The one with a Jacuzzi that bubbles and swirls?
The one with an intense truth or dare?
The one that makes you stare and glare?
The one with spin the bottle and kisses?
The one that has so much food?
That you can’t clean all the dishes?
The one with water balloon fights?
The one that has beautiful sights?
The one that gives you unlimited rights?
The one that makes your parents mad?
The one that makes the uninvited sad?
The one where friends reunite?
The one that starts tomorrow tonight?