As people say about that lucky man,
'He was always boozed up
And slept when passed away. . .'
The lost revelers still carry on carousing,
While the more determined go ahead
And get back to their valuable trades.
It doesn't matter how long a party goes for,
Party-goers always have to face the hangover
And walk of shame upon the morning vanity.
Ignoring the haunting melody,
Blaring from the hype device,
I still prefer to be as required sane. . .
When the music stops playing and
The sun rises and party ends, at least
One should leave it in one's right mind, I guess.
Having a real business that provides
A real value for the common good,
How dare you to fool around in wasting, my friend? . .
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Ron
thought provoking read!!
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