Ode to Povertyville

The comment about Povertyville brought up a lot of memories. So I decided "Why not remember them in an ode? I have nothing better to do at work." So, here it goes...

It was a regular night
Except no Bob to be found
'Cause the night before
He pulled his bed to the ground.

Another weekend night
When no one should think
'Cept about bitches and money
And how much to drink.

We didn't want to walk
'Cause the house was quite far
So instead we made Keanan
Drive there in his car.

The party was ending
With only one fear
We were very thirsty
And in need of more beer.

So Jaime we took
On this fateful night
And without an ID
He bought us Key Light.

The beer was warm
And tasted quite wrong
So Jeff had an idea
To drink with the bong.

The beer bong was huge
And with the name of Vader
It fucked us up
But that shall come later.

Six beers poured in
To our knees we went
Sean couldn't open his valve
And the beer almost spent.

Drunk off my ass
So long I'd been wishin'
"Let's go to the house"
The one found on Mission.

I drank every cup
That Sean put in my face
A few shots of Jager
And I had to make haste.

All over the lawn
The drinks came up and about
Time to stumble to C/M
And pass the fuck out.

We finally made it
Only God knows how
Loud enough to wake Bob
All he could say was "Wow."

To the ground I fell
But before I could crash
Roland picked up my head
And held it over the trash.

In Povertyville I lay
Not the last time might I add
The best spot in the world
At least in Sean's pad.

How many nights I spent there
Who really knows?
Whenever alcohol was needed
To cure the college woes.