Just Want to Have Fun

*Written July 2007*

Where do I begin?
It was 4 years after 10
I thought I was grown
And could do things on my own
I partied like a rock star
Cuz I thought it would get me so far
I never thought to plan ahead
Cuz being responsible was something I dread
I didn’t really understand what it could do
I just knew it was deadly and have you through.
So I was out on my usual Friday night
Having the usual “time of my life”
When this sexy dude walked in with his crew
I made my ass do what it do
And when our eyes finally met
I was sure I caught him in my net
We talked for about an hour
Then my stomach started to get a little sour
The last words I remember hearing clearly
“She doesn’t look so good, seriously”

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So here we are a three years later
And I asked Tyler to do me this favor.
Read this note at the burial site
Mommy, daddy, please don’t cry.
You see, nobody really knows what happened after that
But I’m pretty sure I can guarantee one fact.
I’m lying here todayBecause I “mysteriously” contracted AIDS
I woke up the day after the fun
Feeling shitty, and needing a gun
The pain my body sustained somehow
Only God knows why I kept saying “ow”
I pray for the soul that made me feel this way.
Lord knows I forgive you,
but it’s a price you will someday pay.