April 1, 2017

The hangovers are never pleasant but I take

Them like they aren’t shit,

For they really are not.

It’s all the feeling of irritated nerves

And a little more effort towards concentrating.

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After all, there’s no good reason to complain

About it considering I know I did this to

Myself and to face the consequences of putting

Under half a pint of hard liquor in your

Stomach is better than acting as if the rotten

Feeling you wake to was more an accident than

A direct result.

I dislike those who get fucked up the night

Before and speak of how tired they are or how

Bad they feel. As if they didn’t understand

The nature of this liquid beast they mingled

With nor found a limit or learned to hold on

To their sanity to know when to stop.

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As a functioning alcoholic, I realize what kind

Of fire I’m juggling in my palms.

With that said,

By tomorrow the hangover will feel the same as

Always but the day is ahead and nothing else

Can be done except move onward and hope the

Next round of shot nerves isn’t more harsh

Than before.

This morning offers nothing

More than the same grey

Skyline and watery

Memories.

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Hot fantasies of women

In bras and panties

Still corrupt me.

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Shaky hands and

Nervous body –

A commonplace

Feeling.

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The ass end of the

Cigarette and

Terrible poetry.

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Once again.

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