Dancing and twisting,
Shanties and discussing,
Dizzy politiking,
Beer and cider and rum,
The nights jovialities,
Heavenly as they were,
Have left a hellish calling card,

A blurred perspective,
Bloodshot eyes,
A demon sat upon my cranium,
Parched throat,
Things not where I thought I left them,
A sock gone walkies,
Ill-advised pigeons sent,

Despite this transitory curse,
I do so adore oblivion,
So I pop a pill,
And do it all again.

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