Too Hungover to Write a Poem for Today

Love spanked my ass completely red;
all I know is at least I found myself in a bed.
Possibly a mother or a dominatrix?
Another lesson that whiskey and wine don’t mix.
There is a torturous lesson in time
that hangovers leave me to write just in rhyme.

Son of a bitch! I need a Coffee and a Tylenol!

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