Hungover

Eyes being pulled down, desperate to close

Why she’s so quiet everybody knows

Mouth dry like sandpaper with a terrible thirst

Breakfast this morning just made things feel worse

Head heavy with pain and filled with a million pounding drums

Tongue licking lips and trying to moisten parched gums

Embarrassing images flashing through the mind

Stomach flipping over recalling where we dined

Skull achy and tight, feels ready to split

If that person on the phone gets any louder I’m ready to hit

As the evening went on it all seemed so right

Talking and laughing no workday in sight

Tequila and vodka, cocktails and wine

Once a few had gone down my mind was not mine

The shrilling pitch of the alarm signalled morning, no that’s not right

I’m still unable to move and so tired it has to really be night?

I’ll make it through ‘til 530, I know I can do it

I’ll drink and eat junk food until I feel fit

Getting home I’ll be tired and vow never again

Until the next night gets arranged and I’ll be keen to know when

For now I’ll keep switching from hot and to cold

My body will rebel and remind me I’m too old

I’ll groan at the memories and the way I’m now feeling

Clutch on to the toilet in front of which I’m now kneeling

Hangover, hangover, please will you go away

I enjoyed myself last night, but this price I’m not willing to pay