Semester Celebrating (My Excuse: I’m getting my doctorate)

My splurred spleech is nothing

I’m two sheets to the wind and

it’s not even 10 p.m.

I made it through this hellish semester

Mostly unscathed & for it I’m all the better

It’s celebration time and

 

“HEY CAN I GET A CORONA WITH LIME!”

My Friend: “No, NO! It’s JAGERBOMB TIIIME”

“EFF IT! I’M TAKING ONE OF EVERYTHING!”

& inventing a new saying

 

Four sheets to the wind

No-stumbling-No-shi-I-mean-sitting-

No-standing-No-walking-just-leaning-

Or-this-rocking-that-I-call-dancing

“WHEREZDA FLOOR? WHEREZDA BAFTHROOM?”

 

Oh shit, I’m walking? I’m dizzy & I AM NOT DRUNK;

I’m just thinking and moving slow & talking WAY too loud

It’s the music & this big ass crowd

I promise, I’m good, you’ll see!

One random fruity cooler, two beers, & four shots

A lightweight I am not.

 

New bar, same drinks

Cuter men, methinks

One more shot and then I’m done

Or maybe two more then it’s time …

… … … … … … … …

To pass the hell out

I think I’m going to be sick

No shots at my next End-of-Semester-I-Made-it-Through-Some-Professor-Induced-Doctoral-Level-Bullshit!

 

(Note: I really am in school getting my doctorate (PhD to be exact))

 

 

© S. N. Harrell 2011