Hungover
HUNGOVER
My head is throbbing; celebrated last night – can't remember what
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Categories:
hungover, celebration, pain,
Form: Monoku
Hungover Ego
Tripped over your intoxication
of a darkly delivered potent punch
flowing in absurd contradictions,
wallowing mid drunkenly exhilarated
gulps of denial's cursed vintage,
swallowing elixir's exhales in a shot glass
engulfing reflection's accelerated fire,
bourgeois Machiavellianism slurs topped
off machinations' idiosyncratic delusions,
'twixt boozy sips of head game’s hungover ego
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Categories:
hungover, allegory, conflict, drink, fire,
Form: Burlesque
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
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Categories:
hungover, recovery from...,
Form: Rhyme
Hungover
a little light in the eye searches for the illusion.
grain alcohol filled apparitions stumble through the cornea
seeking asylum from the light of day.
no chance to forget now your birthplace a moment ago.
thin thin gravity round your head...
a little darkness in a pair of sunglasses
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Categories:
hungover, art, light, light,
Form: Choka
Hungover
Whilst I hover here
wondering if i'll be sick
The hazy details of the nights debauchery
Become clearer with every retch,
And nothing.
Who took that photo with the silly face?
I really thought id be able to pace
Myself this time;
But its shouldnt's and never agains
all morning in the loo.
The bad techno and overplayed hits
Still echop through
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Categories:
hungover, friendship, funny, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?
A Hungover Refrain.
Plink, plink, plink.
the tap drips in the sink,
the dishes left since saturday have now begun to stink!!
Tick, tick, tick,
The clock makes me feel sick,
I feel so bloody awful that in my seat i'll stick,
Thump, thump, thump,
my head's a toxic dump,
my stomach churns like crazy, my whole body's in a slump,
Why? why? why?
I feel like
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Categories:
hungover, life,
Form: Bio