Ode to Madison Lee

You, Madison Lee Seidel,

 Have made collegiate evenings more merry, 

Yager bomb, mohito, martini, and wine,

A daquri and vodka cranberry.

You slip me into dozens of Classic City Bars,

Fake address and age, I recite,

Sneaking in and out of Sideways and Bourbon,

Moonshine, Whisky, and Fahrenheit. 

In the silkiest, shortest, most provocative dress, 

I totter five-inches above beer-sloshed streets,

Flashing your smile while sporting my own,

(Sticky-boobs failing in dense Georgia heat).

Like the hangover goo spinning away with a flush,

Down the drain disappears cash and nutrition,

Though contributing to the dreaded, broke, freshman-fifteen,

You help me loose all inhibition. 

Dancing on bars, drinking from fishbowls,

Unspeakable acts – so drastic,

But as I giggle and grope I’m hidden behind,

Your foreign face on a small piece of plastic.

With each round of shots I step further toward,

Blush-worthy mistakes - morning penance,

And thanks to you, I’ve bid adieu,

To wide-eyed naivety and innocence. 

Blurry giggles of wild confusion,

The deafening hum of intoxication,

You’ve left me - both barfing in soil-soaked sinks,

And following him home in drunken elation. 

And whether I wake up in a bed (that isn’t mine),

Or on a futon in Russell Hall,

Twelve hours later, with a fresh face of make-up,

I’m prepared for one more nighttime brawl.

At twenty-one candles, I’ll pass you down,

Make someone else memories - wild and free,

My nighttime, Athens alter-ego,

Thanks for the fun, dear, Madison Lee.