Hanging
Over
The edge of the bed
My Gawd!
What happened
To my head?

The aroma
That lingers
Tells me
I was drinking
I was doing so well
What the hell was I thinking?

Fragments
Of images
Burned in my mind
What ever I drank
It was none too kind

My hand is swollen
Knuckles ******
I check my pockets
Spent all the money

So mad
I could put my fist threw the wall
But I see that I have
By the mess in the hall

So I grab my puddy
& pour me a drink
A sad De Ja Vu
Missed the waggon I think