Drank too much at Sunday lunch
had a nap and woke at five,
thought it was morning and felt
like hell. Slumped in front
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marvelously clever and charming, with the perfect subject switch to realization of one's own mortality, I think that's what happens everytime I'm hung over, maybe even that's why I like to drink. thank you for the poem. Jon
it's time for lunch here in america's heartland....Alkaseltzer Plus Cold Medicine...and a woman tells me that they have a pill you take before you drink....hmmmmmmmmmmm...
I got drunk for the first time two weeks ago and it was most disappointing.Apparently I kept screaming that I had no control, staggering and falling.Cant say I see why I'd do it again :)