Entitled "Mini Casinos & Clubs"

I remember going to casinos and clubs before I was the legal age

Card tables await me the smell of money in the air

What will my pride allow me to lose tonight?

Hopefully not my mind

Faded but the night just got started

Shoutout to prepubescent pre gaming

The plastic packets of Capri Sun is my five o’clock shadow

I hop out the car

My bodyguard protects me from oncoming traffic

I’m rocking my best outfit

Spider-Man glasses on

And don’t forget the jean shorts to match

And don’t get me started on the G-Shock

As I enter I am greeted by the club owner

Now it’s time for the games to begin

The whole crew hyped

The Uno cards are shuffled and dealt

Turn after turn cockiness grows like wildfire

I can feel an argument coming on

I wonder which one of us won’t get the next invite

I am distracted by this girl in her Fuchsia pink power puff shirt

I find out what she’s sipping on

Motioning the bartender to bring me a can

As I make my move my chest becomes tight

The conversation flows just like the drinks around us

I am slowly playing the movie montage of our future in my young mind

Suddenly she has to go

She is ushered out of the door

The kerosene flames of my young incense heart engulfs My Esophagus

I guess I gotta let it burn

What’s this?

She darts back to give me a goodbye kiss on the cheek

“You can come over to my house anytime“

Hopefully I don’t have to call

8701 Is the theme music to our puppy love

Before I leave the casino/club

I dap up the Homies

With a grin imprinted on my face

You would’ve thought I swallowed a smiley face fry

I’m gonna feel like the man walking in school tomorrow

As I finish this poem

I remember what those moments were like

What a Time to be alive