Ghost Parties

I'm constantly partying with Ghosts,

My dead friends being the hosts.

We rave to House in my dreams,

Lots of sweets n unlimited means.

Cream cakes, booze n smack,

Pregabs, ice cream, an ickle of crack.

Chilling, watching comedy n chat,

Making designs for all r new tats.

We gouch out, giggle n laugh,

Telling old stories of R mad past.

But my lost friends are all in ma head,

I only get to party with the dead.

N at the end I tell em I'll phone.

Then I wake up n realise I'm all alone.

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