Full Moon Rising

I'm doing the time,

Because of the wine.

Perhaps it's a dream, I truly don't know,

But I'll tell you my story of sorrow and woe.

It starts with a party, and much alcohol I did take,

Sobriety was something I soon could not fake.

I desperately needed to get out of this place,

Wobbling outside, seeking fresh air for my face.

I tried hailing a cab, for I was too high,

And hopped in a car that happen to pass by.

Blindly I fumbled and stumbled within,

My stomach protesting from way too much gin.

The driver did stare and started to speak,

His voice crackled and broke, he only could squeak.

Something was wrong, which I soon did surmise,

It was a joyriding teen, whom I took by surprise.

Lights they were flashing, and sirens did scream,

He stepped on the gas, and we soon fled the scene.

Taking off in a flash, like an uncontrolled comet,

He may have gotten away, if not for the vomit.

It spewed forth from me like a volcano eruption,

As fate played a part, the road was under construction.

The brakes they did lock under way too much pressure,

This ride was insane and anything but leisure.

We came to an urgent and abrupt stop,

When we heard the tires of our car go pop, pop.

The lights they did flicker, and sirens still wailed,

I tried to get out but miserably failed.

Now I know with my belly, a belt I should use,

For as I stood my pants dropped to my shoes.

To everyone's horror and utter surprise,

I fell on my face and a full moon did rise.