Worst Morning After
I remembered the very first toss
The dare that emptied twelve cups
Disregarding the rules of engagemnt
Ales and spirits, vodka and brandy
I just ordered bring them on.
I heard laughter in every voice
I relished the joy of every thought.
Then that last puff on the joint...
I blacked out.
It started like soft clicks
Hammering, then full blown drums
With the snares and that extra kick.
The trumpets of traffic broke the bliss
Hurriedly I awoke to the bugle
My head hitting the fan, literally.
I remembered my first day at work.
Copyright © Ejiro Awhana | Year Posted 2013
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