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Never Again
by
Gary Westwood
Hammers crash inside your head
are you alive or are you dead.
As you stir all joints ache,
you want to sleep but you must wake.
Through bloodshot eyes survey the scene,
what a night it must have been.
As you rise still half dressed,
stagger forth, you're past your best.
With mouth and teeth clad in mink
you make your way towards the sink,
the mirror tells a sorry tale
of too much wine and too much ale,
you're looking green around the gills,
then search in vain for headache pills.
Take a shower to help you wake,
try to shave with hands that shake,
the thought of breakfast makes you heave,
work beckons it's time to leave,
wait for the bus, standing, yawning,
yet to realize it's Sunday morning.
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