Med eftertryck i slutet!

Whatever happened to my rock ’n’ roll party? Whatever happened to the action I was hosting, in the night of my subtraction? Whatever happened to the hawtness parked in my sofa? Whatever happened to the sweetness I touched, the inner of the thigh I stroked in all earnest, with no intention other than to stroke it? Whatever happened to my crowd of boozers, losers, choosers and coolers? The people I gathered, to scatter, when I see fit? Whatever happened to my entourage? Whatever happened to the pieces of heaven I held? What ever happened to my rock ‘n’ roll party? When did it end?