my head suffers
from last night’s vice
as a selfish, arrogant sun
smashes my window
unwelcomed
desire and tradition
deliver my sins
to a beer can kitchen where
pouring coffee
seems dramatic and
ridiculous as I
prepare to hustle away
another morning of my life
trampling the purpose
of yet another champion
hangover
I must admit it's been awhile since I sported a hangover.. but, I am going to New Orleans (I'll email ya the deets on that)in a few weeks and absolutely intend to let Saturday nite rip the roof off..lol
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Haven't had a hangover in a while, but I remember the misery well. And you captured it here.
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