Brass Monkey
you fucky monkey
You have once again
Delivered me
To a place known as
The Drunken Sea

Everyone else is sleeping
well atleast in this house
Yet I sit
awake
My body hurting
my head beginning to ache
Bed and sleep sound
Oh so nice

I'll get a glass of
Water
With ice

I'll slip my headphones in
And once again
Pass out
in a bed
That isn't mine

Hopefully
I'll get around to doing this
before
The sun begins to shine

I have wrote down
This "poem"
That is
beyond
Bad

But now
I am bummed
Perhaps I should
Stop
Writting
Before I am beyond sad.