Hungover

What have I done? I’ve had too much fun My mind is blank My hair smells rank I roll out of bed Pounding in my head The clank of glass bottles Still wearing beer goggles Stumble with gloom To the mirror in the bathroom I take a look both deep and superficial I look bleak Mascara on my cheek From tears shed Stamp on my forehead Branded a fool Clues to where I've been Look for my phone But I'm not alone I'm not at home I just realized What’s my prize? Winner Winner Chicken Dinner Guess I’m a sinner Now for the walk of shame Shoot this whorse She's become lame