Hangover.

The room’s in a spin,
My memory’s a blur,
I went out last night,
But what did occur?

The first drink I had
Was a bottle of lager,
Then we played Ring of Fire
To begin our drunk saga.

A shot of tequila
With lemon and salt,
Moved on to white wine,
Liver under assault.

Disaronno and coke,
A quick cigarette,
Before downing a pint
Of what, I forget.

Welcomed to the club
By a jug of cocktail,
A Sambuca shot
Caused my vision to fail.

I was handed a drink
Which was luminous blue,
With a hint of regret
I ran to the loo.

Then back to the bar
For some quick Aftershocks,
Jäger bombs and a Sourz
To knock off our socks.

Here, my memory fails
But I know I drank more,
Bruises all down my side,
Must’ve dropped to the floor.

I woke up in my bed,
That’s always a relief,
Pneumatic drill in my head,
Beer residue on my teeth.

How much did I drink?
I have no idea.
When I check my bank balance
I’ll be shaking with fear.

But a night out is worth
All this pain and the debt,
Because I’m only young once
And I’ll have no regrets.

Hangover.