in hangoverdraft.

why did i drink last night? what was i thinking?
(well, i suppose that i wasn't -- i was too busy drinking.)
inebriation sidled up, hit on me without warning
& this liquid lover won't leave my bed this morning
i shouldn't have embraced the pitcher, grasped the glass
i should've turned away when that fine ale made a pass
but a pint of flattery is impossible to resist --
the beer hopped over and kapow! we kissed.
so i sat on a wednesday night and drank with my peers
we yapped about life, love and failing careers
and now i have a hangover the size of dumbo's ears
hot damn, i've been seduced into my carlsberg years.