He pulled out the cork,
Poured in on the rocks,
Tasted the spicy lemon,
And lighted a cigar…
Gulped down the peg,
Sank back in thought
“Why the hell for
Am I doing this cheap shot?”
Refilled with ignorance,
Impressing his mates,
Ended up getting drunk,
And vomiting on his bed…
Slept on the nice vomit,
And sleep he did not,
Woke up with a springy head,
And a bruised old heart…
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In mild hangover,
A Dead Man
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P.S.: Why drink when it’s not worth getting drunk?
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