Dorm Room Dilemma

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Dorm Room Dilemma Dorm Room Dilemma

Poem by: Patri Poe

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Genre: Humor

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The road to hell is paved with good intentions:)

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The road to hell is paved with good intentions:)

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Submitted: January 28, 2013

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Submitted: January 28, 2013

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Dorm Room Dilemma

I tried to stop drinking so much damn beer.

I glanced at my refrigerator...it was so very near.

After ten seconds, I re-tweaked my plan;

It wouldn't really hurt to drink one little can.

I finished my can and plopped down on the floor.

My foot accidentally hit the refrigerator door.

The door slowly swung open, as my foot had preplanned,

But when I tried to shut it, a beer jumped in my hand.

I don't know how it happened, I haven't the slightest clue.

But I figured if one wouldn't hurt, why the hell would two?

I quickly slammed the second one and flopped down on my bed.

My liver screamed and moaned - it wanted to be fed.

I had to think of something to take my mind off of that beer.

If I could just distract myself, I'd be in the clear.

I decided that I would get some cleaning done.

It seemed like a good idea, and it was my only one.

So I polished every beer can to a perfect shine.

They looked absolutely radiant, I was proud that they were mine!

One still had a tiny smudge and looked a little drab,

I tried to re-polish it, but I slipped and popped the tab.

I couldn't let it go to waste, that would be absurd!

And since I had a second, I might as well have a third.

It tasted so exquisite I had to have one more.

I reached into the fridge and opened number four.

Shortly after that followed numbers five, six and seven.

Before I knew what happened I was grabbing number eleven.

Number twelve didn't have a chance - it was gone five minutes later.

I sat back and stared into my empty refrigerator.

Then I belched really loud and stumbled to my bed.

I must have pissed off my wall because it hit me in the head.

Reason started setting in and I realized what I had done.

I had lost the battle and my lack of willpower had won.

But I would try again tomorrow, and I'd try with all my might.

But I better get a case - tomorrow's Friday night!


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