I found this thing that I wrote 2 years ago when my weekends reeked of non flavored Burnett’s and questionable decisions.
I miss it.
'Twas the day after drinking and all through the town
Not a student could stir, ‘cause we’re passed out face down.
All the garbage cans were laid by our beds with care,
To anticipate the puke that would soon be there.
Some students woke up in random beds,
While regrets from last night danced in their heads.
Roommates crawl to the couch, some bruised and some sore,
To swap each other stories of the night before.
You try to order food, but don’t get very far
Once you realize that last night you left your card at the bar.
You search the medicine cabinet for pain relieving pills,
While saying a prayer that the Brita pitcher’s filled.
We drank so much Burnett’s we don’t know how we’re not dead,
But we might rather be than feel the pounding in our heads.
We lie to say ourselves saying, “We’re never drinking again,”
But we know damn well this is happening next weekend.