You stumbling, shambling man
You dry mouthed, sore headed warrior
Memory, recent but impossible to grasp taunts you
Did you say that?
Did you mean that?
Did you really drink that?
Though the haze bacon and caffeine ring clear
Safe harbours in the chemical storm of your own making
The throbbing of your head plays the beat of a song that takes you back
To laughter and dancing and glorious abandon
Your stomach wrenches you back to the present as it somersaults
After relief and more shambling, you cocoon yourself
A survivor and liver of life
“Here’s to the next time” your mind mumbles
As you flee to sleep once more