Drink

Last night I went to my cousin's wedding at the Bethel Inn. It was an night to remember, believe me. I am going to write poetry now; I am now at my aunt's house "dog-sitting".

Bliss and joy,
a celerbration today,
everyone is watching,
the bride and the groom,
with a little annoy,
my inner feelings stay,
everyone starts drinking,
all around the room,

The music stars a rhythm,
that people sway to in their core,
not knowing the caliber,
of what they are doing to themselves,
alcohol flowing in them,
they crave for more and more,
the high they are chasing is Excaliber,
What are we doing to ourselves?

Glasses fall on the dance floor,
people fight in a state of confusion,
everyone is stubbing around,
awaiting their final fall,
everyone thinks their hardcore,
I think they're fools in an illusion,
turning kids more mature than adults; sound,
the sound off them starting to fall...
....
..and everyone has another drink.