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Last Night
I threw myself in to a run
with nausea in my throat
and a pounding head...
Just the torture I needed
this morning.
The Night before was
a ten deck of cigarettes
and £70 of alcohol.
I chastised the Christians
for not thanking themselves
when their life was good.
I slurred my words.
I was the cunt again;
no honour, no respect.
No thought.
You all know
the impending sense of doom
as the night before
flashes back at you.
The long list of apologies
the karaoke nightmare
(yes, I did it again)
Fuck all of that.
with nausea in my throat
and a pounding head...
Just the torture I needed
this morning.
The Night before was
a ten deck of cigarettes
and £70 of alcohol.
I chastised the Christians
for not thanking themselves
when their life was good.
I slurred my words.
I was the cunt again;
no honour, no respect.
No thought.
You all know
the impending sense of doom
as the night before
flashes back at you.
The long list of apologies
the karaoke nightmare
(yes, I did it again)
Fuck all of that.
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