I can barely stand

I feel like I'm going to be sick

My eyes are blurring with stars

My clothes are stained with *****

I smell like the Monday morning after a weekend of poor choices

God, I need a cigarette

You didn't know I smoked?
You didn't know I drank?

Huh.

I do now, I guess

I think I've earned the right

I am a god, after all