Every night at my house we'd get high.
We were soaring like birds in flight.
My parents were never there.
So I didn't care.
We would get stoned out of our minds.
And leave cyringes and needles behind.
We would party till dawn
Then mess up the lawn.
If there were cops who knew
I had no clue.
Jeff Fleischer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-night-4/