Hangover
Wake up
Smear the makeup around your eyes
Feel the pulsating throb in your head
You lift the covers twisted around your body
Its then you realize your wearing only your shoes
You realize this is not your home
This is not your room, nor is this your bed
As you stumble to your feet you see it lying there
Your bra, underwear, pants, shirt, and... your socks
Socks, but your shoes are on your feet...
No time to think no memories remain
You gather your things and dress as best you can
Your hair is a mess your face a wreck
There’s the door you head for the stairs
You’ve reached the bottom your almost out
As you pass threw the kitchen you see them sitting there
Stopping at the door as if to say goodbye
You thank your neighbors for not calling the cops :)
Copyright © Sasha Marchlewski | Year Posted 2010
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