A Wacky Weekend
I woke up weak, wet and
worried on this sorry Sunday,
Rosie and some friends came to
wine and dine on Saturday.
I still had my Spandex boxers on
though it’s smelling and soaked
I realy need a gig to take me to
the kitchen.. I am choked.
I used to hate exuberance,
excessiveness and egomania;
how on earth did I got insane…
drowning in insomnia.
Do I need a Listerine soaked
tissue to clear the mess on my
body?
Tid-bits and memories of last
night might affect my... study.
It’s like Dire Straits was having a
crazy concert in my head
I saw Lunar Craters in the space
I used to have my bed.
Is this real? I mean the these
UFOs and
wormholes,
or is my eyes drifting away from
reality… drunk with bowls?
It was a crazy campfire; with
friends from Hammond,
clearing up the mess was… as
hard as almond.
I needed some pills to douse the
pain I felt after the clean up,
I just can’t imagine myself
getting so messed up.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010
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