I threw back the curtains quickly.

The sunlight made me feel sickly.

So I closed them even quicker.

And tasted every drop of the liquor.

That I had drank the night before.

While dancing on some disco floor.

In a place that I can’t remember.

That wasn’t very clever.

Now I can hear my brain beating.

But I don’t feel too much like eating.

Though the last food that I tasted.

Came back up and was wasted.

So I sleep another hour.

Promised myself a hot shower.

But I rose and still felt dead.

So fell back into my sweaty bed.

Where I stayed until Monday.

Promised i’d be back the next day.

When I threw back the curtains quickly.

The guilt made me feel sickly.