HANGOVER TUESDAY

Is it Tuesday again?
I'll pick up a pen,
A couple tylenol, smilin' and all
Throw some pot and yesterday's coffee
back through the coffee pot to recycle
Not sure if I can get on the bicycle
Maybe I can or can't get to work
I'll just sail on the bus like captain Kirk
in a failing alien circle jerk
Zooming off to known destinations
with swirling remnants of inebriations
A hazy swirling daze and a cup of coffee
and a lazy twirling phase set free
to last for what seems eternally
willing to fly free involuntarily
upon passengers silently riding with me
Stranger's eyes violently fighting to see
the violent vomit catastrophe
Blurred memories sink in from the night before
that occurred with clenching stink on the floor
Oh...now I remember and unfortunately see
just like what is about to happen to me