After a friend died

I can take four shots of vodka and still be alright
I can gamble away my money and party all night
I’m eighteen I can succeed in anything I try
I can do anything I want, but of course I can’t die

Sure on the news there are teens who die
But just like AIDS, we know everything on TV is a lie
Only the oldest of the old leave us here
I can’t handle the truth, only the beer

We’re teens. We only need to care about our petty fights
Concerned about our hair and boyless nights
Oh my god can you believe what she said?
It’s so not true. There’s no way she can be dead

Just like you, we were out partying with our Bobs and Matts and Kevins
And somehow you ended up at the pearly gates of heaven
The only thing that’s dead is our invincibility
Abby’s flight has touched our hearts and our humility

i lost two of my best friends in my senior year of high school (many years ago). my first real introduction to the concept of mortality. it changes a person i think. i related to this.

I read them both. My first comment, finally someone else who likes rhyme and the couplet though I have used two other patterns. My second comment, I like rhythm. Here I am probably considered a fanatic.