Drunken Week Dreams
Yesterday I felt I was in the sky,
Never in my life I've been so high.
There's a party on rocks, stirred over morrow,
“some friends are gonna be there” frankly, it’s my glass they borrow.
It's Tuesday, jolt in mind! I'm the Tuesday-Saturday guy;
she said, “You seem so superstitious” Can't explain her why.
Poured the glass then he said "drinks are on me",
‘Bribe the guy break the jinx’, for them it's the key.
His motivation was on top gear, as he grinned me to drink,
they spoiled me gladly, as more glasses clink.
Gin or bourbon, next day she asked,
whatever you prefer I'm new, I basked.
Two shots and world circling around me instead of sun,
wobbling with courage went up to her, spoke like I'm the one.
Then it was Friday and I went totally off limits,
No can't say what happened, too fluster to admit.
Confessions of a non-alcoholic if I must say,
Swear I’m not gonna drink again to counter that mess again, no way!
Suddenly I’m awake, clock says it's 10,
Mind is wondering if it wasn't hangover, what was it then?
My buddy in standing next to me, coffee he offered,
With grin on face I mumbled, shaken not stirred :-p
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