worshipping the porcelain goddess

this poem is a flashback to why alchohol never agrees with me

as i lie here in my bed,
i think theres a freight train passing through my head.
i do not know what i was thinking,
last night when i was drinking.
yes! we all love to joke ,
i go partying with jack daniels ,he loves coke
my body aches my face looks like a mess ,
here i am worshipping the porcelain goddess.
as i endeavour in the technicolour scream ,
i can taste in my mouth ,my friend jim beam.
my stomach is squeezing like a grinders organ,
heres comes the last of captain morgan.
my body is is a state of total distress.
as i sit here worshipping the porcelain goddess.
the bowl is full and my body is aching ,
how much more puke can this bowl be taking.
i can smell the odor of tequilla and lime,
but all i am doing is throwing up slime.
i did not take the time to undress,
as i am covered in puke
worshipping the porcelain goddess.
so no more drinking for me ,
but that will only last till i smell another apple martini.
so i will only have to guess
how long it will be before i am again worshipping the porcelain goddess