Sunday, 14 September 2014
HANGOVER BY THE TOON
A broken glass gets blamed as I awaken
To drawn curtains, cradling a bean bag;
Rush to the bed as my stomach curdles,
Brewing delights for the nearby toilet.
I snack on pizza to fill the emptiness
I have left behind.
This come down, fuelled by lack of alcohol.Shut these eyes back to sleep.