You imbibed like no tomorrow,
frolicked like a madwoman possessed,
jumped up on the bar strumming the air-guitar.
Your **** moves stunned the loud crowd
who undressed you with their eyes
while the tender simulated
doing you from behind.
The tempo began to quicken,
it began to sicken my stomach,
I had to intervene.

In a flash between songs,  
I lept to your side, took your hands
& pulled you from disgrace.
For the first time ever, I noticed
how pretty your sparkly-face truly was.
Despite the spirits, you seemed so full of grace.
It surely was the beginning of the end for me,
I was hypnotized by a drunken angel
& have never felt the same since.
I feel perpetually hungover.