Brief Poem.
My head feels ruined and my thoughts are drained,
Last night was a late one and now my body feels strained
Just staying in and enjoying a few,
Has taken its toll and the headache kicks in right on cue.
My friends all appear to be in the same place,
As the effects of the partying slap them right in the face.
A lazy day just lying in bed,
A waste of so many hours that that could have been productive instead
Watching the TV, not even coherent
Now last night, I am beginning to resent
Hungry and tired and struggling to function,
Why do we do it when we always know we end up at this junction?
My son thinks I am boring because he wants to go out
It is cold out there and I can’t cope with being about
Tomorrow is another day, back to work again
Early night for me, maybe nine or ten
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