Sobering Hangover
Coming out from alcoholic stupor
of last night's wild binging,
he's killing stretches of morning hours
with slow, footless piddling;
He's glad that his tummy feels fine again,
coffee clearing his head,
and he truly likes it that sunlit blinds
cast lines across his bed;
Having chosen to follow wayward ways,
life's been dead ever since,
now he's sober enough to face himself
and own up his ancient sins !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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