Hang Over
Just beneath the throat is a hot porridge
the body knocks down but still operate
heat all over, jump into the nearest fridge
sight shivers in its domain so temperate
morning light is covered by one big ridge
aches and weariness don't want to separate
from the stomach to the mouth is a bridge
for a crazy out pour to generate
since last sweet night, the mind is in a flop
quick and short morbidity from its groove
sips and gulps in an interplay nonstop
require the next coffee to disapprove
long consciousness puts the being back on top
back to normal and Life is on the move.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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