I was drunkenly explaining the meaning
Of a Pink Floyd song to my friend Aaron
When the news reached my ear.
The police are here!
I heard one girl laugh as if it weren't true.
Another cried out in anguish
As if she already were a felon,
And someone, I think, vomited their beer.
I saw Forrest out of the corner of my eye
Chugging a beer, his chin to the sky.
As for myself, I was gone.
I hopped the fence and sprinted all the way home.
Funny, I think now, it all might have been a hoax.
But that's OK. Later that night,
I drove around with my girl,
And we made love...almost.
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