Mini Jam Jar

My soul is having a raging party inside my dead out high buzzing body
like what the fuck, I want to dance ...just cant be fucking arsed.
Maybe one hand in the air then, yeah just sway it side to side,
people on the sofas watch tele, jump on board, this is a fucking ride.
Single ladies, single men, grab on to my sides, this has gone all slow motion this beer potion is sublime.
My lip has grown a pulse that started off slow and steady, and my foot taps gently to the beats that come before I'm ready. These girls and boys shit is almost medieval , the armour shines, as a dappa suit, eloquently regal. I almost feel that this is just a little bit out of my league, I don't deserve the invite, But I'm fitting into the prestige. Its boosting my self esteem, like a dream that I'm in control of the ending. Apart from I’ve woken up and I cant get back to where I was so I just sit down here and blend in. 4am and people are pretending, that they’re fucked off their face on Ketamine , bars shut or I'd get em in. Dressed up posh girls lying across a rich mans lap, the kind of prat that you'd love to give a slap. Full bottle of champagne falling out of his hand. I'll have that cheers chap. I'm sure you'll understand, when you wake from your nap. Why don't I have a bar inside my house? With a man that serves me JD for free ? And every kind of whiskey that I've never seen. Underneath the canopy the table full of greens and cheese. And drunk toffs sleeping underneath. A few people up, looking at me like im a thief, this Primark shirt didn't come for free. I should probably just leave, but the trains don't start for another couple of hours. And I'm enjoying taking pictures of men in a coma from 3 apple sours. James continues to scour. Fit girl getting sick in the shower allow her. Up the stairs, that twirl around in a spiral, getting dizzy like rascal. Surrounded by assholes. I was a plus one as a favour. Not really on going out, but two hours later, I'm Britain’s next top raver. This parties saviour. Everyone telling me to watch my behaviour. Now I’m watching them watching Frasier. Up another floor. I'm pensive. Necking champagne that tastes expensive. Seems kind of empty. Looks kind of clean. Walk into a bedroom and she bumps into me. Mascara is running and her hair looks a mess. She looks at me and puts her arms around my neck. She says it's alright, unzip my dress. So I did and its drops to reveal both of her breasts. She pulls my face in and licks on my lip. Her hand goes down and down goes my zip. I lift her to the bed and clothes off with a rip. Go to reach for my jacket but can't get off her lips. No protection with this randomer but I'm too fucked to give a shit. Her legs rap around me and I'm in with my D**k. Champagne drops, and she lets out her cries, she scratches my arms, and I bring in her thighs. She strokes through my hair and I stroke through her soul. This IS for everyman who's been on the dole. I wake up, and Im on my own? Everything is silent, verging on eery. I get dressed and walk down a floor no-1 around getting larey. No girls around looking scary. This is starting to scare me. Turn on the TV its 11.30. Walk to the ground, everyone’s out, I grab a pound and let myself out. It's cold walking down this street on Sunday. Battery’s dead on my blackberry, don't even know the way. Fuck it's started to rain. I run to the end of the street, I look like a tramp that’s just taken beats. Luckily, I recognize a guy from the party, I ask him for directions and he says don't worry, I'm driving your way jump in with me. So i sit in the front seat, telling him this bloody story. About how I ended up with this women. Not the best looking, but her body was good and I was drunk and horny. I think he's hanging cos I swear he is trying to ignore me, so I shut up. We pull up outside my house and I say thanks alot I'll by you a drink if I ever see you out. He speeds oFf in his flash car, brand new mini, bought from the change he keeps in his jam jar. I go inside and use the house phone to call mark. I was his plus one and he left me in a house and fucked off. He answers I say where did you get to last night, he said everyone got kicked out after the guy who's party it was saw his mums painting was broken after a fight. I said fair enough alright, you could of still come and got me like. Apparently he came to look for me, everywhere and I was nowhere to be seen. I said to him fuckabout I was upstairs asleep, and he said, which room and I said on floor three. Apparently he was told that, that no-1 was allowed on floor three, because the guys mum was upstairs watching TV. Surely that doesn't mean? Nah no way, that I do not believe. I change the subject pretty quickly. How did you get home I said to him, he said he got a lift from Steve. I said who's Steve.He said the guy who held the party. I Said fair enough, I got a lift home too we take liberties, from who mark said, I said some guy from the party driving a brand new mini. Mark said, was he kind of short and skinny, I said yeah that’s him, what a tidy fucking car. And mark said yeah, that’s Steve he bought it from the change he keeps in his
jam jar.