Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
HangoverA life drowning in fluids and smoke,
breathing corpse of systems broke,
beer, wine, and spirits again,
unholy trinity to quell the strain
of existence stretched pillar t' post
striving to win; coping at most,
ruddy eyes, hammer drill in the head,
it is your dead weight concaving the bed,
last night's quest for relaxation
means toxins battle medication,
the real hangover's not of past fun
but resultant nightmares still to come,
every soul's private Play for Today,
recurring pain you can't booze away,
school bullies who never quit your head,
fears that keep you on the tread-
mill of pain and drunken laughter,
The Night Before, The Morning After,
if every living moment's sacred,
why are so very many wasted?