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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 © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/17/2010 10:35:00 AM
I wrote this poem this morning after dreaming of a time in my life when yes this did happen. However i would like to say that this was a very long time ago and is no longer how I live. Just thought it would make for a good laugh.
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Date: 4/17/2010 10:17:00 AM
Girl, been there done that. Get away from the Demon alcohol before it devours you, and devour you it most certainly will. Enjoyed the read.
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Date: 4/17/2010 8:38:00 AM
Oh my, what an embarassing situation! So glad the neighbors didn't call the police. How did this happen? Hope it doesn't happen again. Best wishes -- your poem really conveys a sense of urgency, alarm! Carolyn
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Date: 4/17/2010 8:32:00 AM
Good write, I enjoyed the read. Caryl
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