The Worst Morning After
The one time when I tried Southern Comfort
Was in a drinking game or something of the sort
I remember my right eye wouldn't open
My temples were pounding like a drum
All I could see was red
So I reached for my head
Then I realized I had no hair
Reeling, I crawled for the mirror
When I found the bathroom, I grabbed the sink
I pulled myself up to see letters in black ink
My forehead was throbbing so bad
I focused to read what it said
I'm pretty sure I screamed something out loud
It said "DRUNK ASS - YOU PASSED OUT'
Copyright © Mitch White | Year Posted 2013
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