Three Young Devils

young devils drink cheap libations
to grow courage for their apacolypse
without seatbelts
they take a dip in the cool river
with no clothes
to celebrate youth
everything is crashing down around them
but their souls on that midnight
should have bought more cigarettes
one speaks to the rest
but nothing is open
beyond the boundaries
of their realities
for that cool refreshing evening
pretty soon the spins makes since
one notices the world is spinning
and all he can do is lie down
in the dark while the others swim
he was suppose to be working the grind
he called his boss with a phony cough
this is the future of our world crumbling down
they can't escape
they can only grow older
while taking their separate paths for success
whatever that may be
but for that night
glory drenches them
the only way to dry off is to roll all the windows down
and drive as fast as you can