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My respritory system is shot,

I've been in the lavatory

of a home that isn't mine,

surrounded by floral wallpaper

for at least thirty minutes

snorting glass in an effort

to seem classy,

All the other guests 

are bleeding from their 

olfactories,

I have once again missed 

my mark, 

surrounded by noise,

sitting on a loveseat

where Im feeling every thing

but,

I'm encapsulated by people

and their obnoxious apologies

for forgetting a name they've

barely had time to remember,

were that vain now,

absent minded insults,

wreckless eyeballing,

proximity paradimes,

The couples have begun

the ritual of sucking face,

all the frat boys are chanting

USA! USA!

how odd and at the same time

how standard,

the mood has died,

the revelry is dying,

the chips and dip are dying,

The helium of the ballons 

are escaping like a last gasp,

slowly but surely,

we're all dying

cue the party popper