Flopping down, drunk onto my bed,
Jumbled thoughts are buzzing in my head,
The room is spinning round and round,
I think I hear a choking sound,
I'm feeling like I might be sick,
Stumbling to the bathroom quick,
So undignified it makes me groan,
Talking to God on the big white telephone,
"Yes I'm ok, really, away you go",
As sick is pouring from my nose,
It needs to be a private matter,
When the pan is getting a splatter,
It will not end there, that drunken haze,
The hangover then, can last for days,
All of this is such a pain,
I'm never drinking, no not again.