Hungover

Awake my poor poor head it does feel dead, it's in a drink related stupor.

Get out of bed look around quiet no sound, good start, then a loud lingering fart.

Start to walk its hard, legs the weight of heavy lead,

Go to wash room, glance at my mirror mirror on the wall, stay put don't fall, what I see does appal me.

My eyes look dead, my nose is red, my hair what's left points everywhere .

My heart does race at the image of my face,

My mouth so dry oh I just want to die, but all I do is cry cry cry, and repeat to myself why why why did I buy buy buy to much drink, christ I really should think about the very next day that I will sorely pay the expensive price of imbibing far to much of something real nice, that's whiskey with ice.

Will moan no more, must exit my door, I'm off to the store to buy some pills to nurse my ills.

Think I'll wear my sunglasses, even though it's raining.

Good day.