Red-Eyed Morning
One too many glasses of ryeOne long empty night
The party lasting til dawn
But work awaits on the horizon
With the blaring sunlight
Why?, races thru your mind
You answer yourself
It seemed like a good idea
You owed to yourself to unwind
And try to convince yourself
That you needed and deserved it
A night out with the guys
Then you reply more, swearing
Into and at the mirror
Never again God, never again
I'm never gonna drink again
The pounding headache confirms it
But deep down you know the truth
At the very next invitation
Maybe not even that long
The next Friday or Saturday
The game will begin again
And there you'll go
Thinking that the pity party
Will be worth the end result
A pickled brain and liver
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