by Erin Ajello
Flask in one pocket,
Phone in another,
Fake ID that you got from your brother
Isn’t your first drink
It’s far from your last
Assuming you don’t burn out and crash
You’ve become a pro,
Drinking and dancing
You’re the type of girl who lives for this scene
The crowd glares at you,
Watching, angry eyes
The girl next to you groans and sighs
You’re now that drunk girl
The one in each crowd
Laughing and screaming way too loud
But then on Monday,
In school hungover,
You’ll say it was so great you wished you were sober
As those words leave your mouth
You still already know
You’ll be standing, drink in hand, at the next show.
