Young Writers Society

I need coffee;
the city is tight.
It's a Christmas party
and the night is right.
I wish to sacrifice
my days and my nights
to get it all perfect-
to get it all right.

This party sure is a blowout alright.
Yeah, blowout your ass.

It just won't help,
the schedule is thick.
It may be Christmas
but it all must stick.
I want to give away
everything so quick,
so when the day's over
I will not feel sick.

This party sure is a blowout alright.
Yeah, blowout your ass.

Anal waste;
this is the "food" now:
Undercooked and so raw
yet I can't go back in town.
That dress is repulsive,
no blackberry now.
You have to pay the price,
so sit down you cow.

This party sure is a blowout alright.
Yeah, blowout your ass.

Notice the sarcasm
like some sort of backspasm,
And don’t get your hopes up
before it all fucks up.
So set up the sodding tree
for another year of cynical glee,
and Christmas is so hyped
yet it's still one day you shite.

This party sure is a blowout alright.
Yeah, blowout your ass.

Hi Adam!

This is somehow funny. Your wording is neat and it flows nicely.

Keep on working, it was great!

Loff you,
Twin(=

Okay.

This is odd.

I'm shocked and yet I still enjoyed the reading. But still... what?

It's good and the rhymes aren't too predictable, I like it. But I can't really say anything else since... it's odd.

And vulgar.

And odd.