The morning after
The mind’s a fog
Bleary bulging eyes
Battling through smog
Incapable of anything, far too weak
Mumbling and muttering
Can’t get words out
Incapable of palpable speak
Stomach churning
Must start learning
Must be more discerning
Start refusing any more boozing
Start remembering the last time
On drinking too much wine
I committed to refrain
From over indulging ever again.