Bring me cigarettes.

My mind had grown strong,
I felt right to do wrong,
So I went out on the town with the gays.

In came dear old exes,
Of these boys of same sexes,
As Amando pounded down more to drink.

They left in a flurry,
As our minds grew more blurry,
So off to Aut bar we went.

Jolly St. Nick greeted us,
Within minutes he threw such a fuss,
Because he knew how plump he’d gotten.

The night came to a close,
Ross and Amando found hoes,
Leaving little old me in the dust.

So off home alone I went,
In the solitude I was left to repent,
As I thought of what I could do.

I sat alone and opened a beer,
In the room of my lovely old queer,
And turned on techno as loud as it went.

I asked them to bring me cigarettes,
And they told me not to fret,
As I waited there for them patiently.

Time seemed to pass so quickly,
And I grew ever more sickly,
As the boys I waited for romped in the night.

I decided it was time to retire,
Because the situation had grown quite dire,
Since my friends had yet to return.

As I laid in bed all alone,
Amando and Ross were looking to bone,
While wandering the streets of Ann Arbor.

But soon they returned home to me,
After they’d completed their screaming spree,
Traipsing gaily through the streets.

And morning came and I had to leave.
So I wiped my sweet tears away on my sleeve.
And said my goodbyes to my babers.

Soon I will return to you like I said I would.
And we’ll have more fun than we probably should.
But for now I’m far away with the memories.