Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,
But I think
I had a
good time
last night.
I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,
Thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,
But I think
I had a
good time
last night.
I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,
Thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.
👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
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I feel hungover just reading this.
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Haha! In all honesty a lot of artistic licence was employed here.
I didn’t drink anywhere near as much as this little ditty suggests
😁🖤
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That’s cool. I know all your poems aren’t literal.
Nice punchline on this one though.
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Thanks! 😁🖤
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This poem is about drinking and Sunday, so it seems relevant.
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Fab! 👍🖤
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Been there. Thank fuck Ive woken up alone is no joke!
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Absolutely!! On so many levels! 🖤
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