What a hangover it was.
The endless sick feeling –
And tears when I could find no relief.
It’s no surprise that it ended this way,
After getting drunk on the daily –
Caught in an ever present pink haze
And dancing in the purple rain.
The worst part was the cure
As they were some tough pills to swallow.
But I got them down
And got up.
Hangover Cure
Published
JD Poetry 