Falling out of bed today
I really need my coffee
Oh my God, what happened last night
I can barely see
My head feels like it’s inside-out
Pounded by a hammer
Rustled sheets, they even sound
Just like a raucous clamor
My tongue it feels like kitty’s tongue
All dry and kind of rough
Yuck, I’ve seen what kitty eats
Oh Lord, don’t make me laugh
My stomach feels all raw and empty
I dare not fill it up
If I were to break my fast
I swear I would just throw up
Some say to drink is a big sin
I do think that’s odd
“Heck no,” I say, “It makes me pray.”
Drink brings me close to God
I really need my coffee
Oh my God, what happened last night
I can barely see
My head feels like it’s inside-out
Pounded by a hammer
Rustled sheets, they even sound
Just like a raucous clamor
My tongue it feels like kitty’s tongue
All dry and kind of rough
Yuck, I’ve seen what kitty eats
Oh Lord, don’t make me laugh
My stomach feels all raw and empty
I dare not fill it up
If I were to break my fast
I swear I would just throw up
Some say to drink is a big sin
I do think that’s odd
“Heck no,” I say, “It makes me pray.”
Drink brings me close to God
Ken Goree
This is not my hangover, however, I have done some active research into the subject. This poem is to fill the request of a friend whom I’ve known since early elementary school.
