It's Friday night, think I deserve some fun
So though I don't want to smoke, I just can't
Think of anything else to do, buy some
Beer, or possibly wine, headphones around
My neck, stuck in my ears, the stool I'll plant
On the balcony floor, sit on it, light
Fags and hear music, tilt bottles or cans
And get off my face on this Friday night
Physically I don't need it, but I might
Go mad if I don't have some fun from can
Or bottle. From what or who else is found
Physical transformation or delight?
From where could it come that cheap and often
Followed by sleep and a new day unbound?
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