Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.15.38.243

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

The empty bottles strewn all around
Explain the pain inside my head
As I wake up on the pulled out couch
That doubles as my bed

I don't recognize the feet
That are passed out by my face
I suspect they belong to the women's clothes
That are scattered about the place

The cable box displays three o'clock
I don't know if that's day or night
The pantyhose tied around my wrists
Are starting to feel a bit too tight

The spot on the ceiling spins in circles
There's porn playing on my TV
There's a guy eating cereal at the kitchen table
I have no clue who he might be

There's a slice of pizza sliding down the wall
An unlit bong drips on the floor
Two midgets wearing only sumo thongs
Just walked out the open door

There are lipstick drawings all over my body
A tattoo where yesterday there was none
The question that keeps spinning inside my head
Is, "Oh my God, what have you done?"

The naked lady sits up beside me
I am so relieved she looks just fine
She says, "That was fun, can we do it again?"
Sure.  What the heck.  What's one more time?

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required