Same Ol' Same Ol'

It's four in the evening, I'm lying in bed, yesterdays drinking has rendered me dead Crawl out my coffin, better slap on some gel demonic follicles risen from hell. Use the toilet, hold on tight, really regretting that curry last night. Clipping the claws that protrude from my feet, they contain calcium and not bad to eat. Put on my briefs, but something feels wrong, I don't recall ever owning a thong. Theres a knock at the door, I'm going out with the men, and tomorrow I'll do it all over again.