Like its your Last

I was told to party everyday like it was your last.
So I started to drink until I passed,
Out.
On the couch being hit by a locomotive.
Drinking and drinking until I became the token,
Drunk.
I am a house with no walls.
Tumbling down a rugged path where everything falls,
Down.
I must have came down like the towers.
When I got back up cursed that I missed the showers,
Of Wisdom.

Acting like I was Katrina's sister,
Feeling like Celie when she saw mister,
Changing my style thinking this a,
Help me understand why the party was in the Vista,
But it was my own doing,
My own desert less ruins.

Party is a metaphor to be mindful and gay.
But some how I ended onward in the wrong way.