Beer Head

Beer Head Can't drive my brain into gear my thinking right now is not truly clear, a headache may come is what I do fear I should not of drank all that beer. My body and eyes all a blear to many I drank to toast a cheer, clinking my booze to whoever was near to each and everyone - an equal peer. Dance moves controlled by my beer puppeteer, my feet stomps the floor like a ready charged deer, shout singing the songs - not a cool look they sneer, wrong words song sung sang, heard in the jeer. My voice is hoarse an a ringing left ear only to realise in my right I cannot hear, panic sets in falling awkwardly on my rear only to flatten my new expensive headgear. Broken remains took me to save for a year, self-pity pours in - I even shed a tear, sober I stay and will do adhere if not, beer just may ruin my career. 31.08.20