Circles : Part Eight point Five : A Cry

Help Help!!!
Henderson shouted,

The bouncer arrived,
with befuddled looks,

Hurry! Hurry!

Check his head,
snap your fingers,
try to wake him!

Alvin's asleep,
The bouncers roared,
rolling around,
now on the floor,

In the cloud of hysteria,
Henderson hoped,
they were correct,
shaking his head,

He got some straws,
and cut one end,
holding them out,
to see who's driving Alvin home,

 Nobody Notice,
   The lips,
 Were now Blue,

They picked one by one,
silently cursing,
at each correct guess,

With all straws pull,
he was the winner,

Lucky,
He never won,
Anything before,

Laughter erupted,
As the bouncers pointed,

"You fuckers are helping",
"To my car at least",
Henderson shouted

Sure Boss,
No worries,

They grabbed his legs,
and grabbed his arms,
hes a big sucker and flipped him over,

They looked at his face,
And saw his lips,
Henderson is that normal?

Shit,
Henderson though...

Standing still,
for all eternity,

Call 911.

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