The morning after the night before...

A simple silly verse I just wrote.

She was laying in her bed

nursing her head,

comatose, bruised

what on earth did she do?

feeling like the undead...

some things shall remain unsaid -

what happened in that room at the party,

at the time seemed quite Cathartic.

one glass too many

The double-vision was quite uncanny!

self medicating on 'happy juice'

she became footloose! -

regrets, she had a few,

in the 'morning-after blues'

" Never again!" she says,

until the next time

when Shenanigans resume

and flowing wine's consumed,

creative developments ensue

as she howls and whines,

sways and gazes

towards the haze of a nonchalant moon.

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DJ M.I.P.

i like this :)

Thanks, Sean/DJ :)

Ms Clara.. you are the first person who called me by the first name on SpaceHey.. and you are welcome

Jay 🥀

I really love that last line ! 🖤️