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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2184159-Hung-Over
by Norman
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Entertainment · #2184159
I'll never drink a drop again
It’s nine o’clock; I’m still in bed.
The sun is shining strong.
I missed another day of work;
My job won’t last for long.

I just can’t seem to raise my head,
My limbs feel so damn sore.
It’s almost like my time has come
I’m beaten to my core.

I knew I should have called a halt,
Instead I had one more.
The barkeep poured me one last drink
Then shoved me out the door.

I don’t remember driving home.
How did I get to bed?
I don’t remember much at all;
I wish that I were dead.

I’ll never drink a drop again,
I promise, yes I do.
If I can just get through this day
I’ll start my life anew.

I need some help to clear my head,
Something to sort things out.
A hair of the dog is what I need;
That’s what life is all about.

Cheers
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