The Morning After The Night Before Poem by Daniel P Martin

Your eyes are blurry; your tongue is furry,
Your stomach like a washing machine,
A thumping head, you stay in bed,
And wish it was all just a dream.

You start to recall the memories that appal,
“No, I would never do that”,
Your mind starts to roam, “how did I get home”,
“And was I really sick on the matt? ”

You make a pledge to mend that hedge,
And never drink another drop,
You’ve said it before ten times or more,
But this time you really will stop.

Recovery starts, a change of heart,
You just won’t drink quite as much,
But then drinking one, is not so much fun,
They’ll think you’re losing your touch.

The cycle resumes, your liver is doomed,
A few more beers for a treat,
Getting them in, your head starts to spin,
And this rollercoaster tale is complete.