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Hangover

I don't want to see the 12 o'clock hour
The telephone wire
I just don't have the power
To lift up my head
To get out of bed
I'm so full of dread
What's this pounding in my brain?
It's so full of pain
I wish it would just go down the drain
With my toothpaste in the sink
Oh please help me think

What exactly did I do last night?

Author notes

Haha...okay so it's bad. I made it up on the spot one day after waking up one of my housemates after a hard night of alcohol. The first two lines are what she told me when I woke her. It needs a better name. Let me know what you think!
Written October 26th, 2004

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  • Joe Spencer
    March 31, 2005
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    May I name it for you? If I can I would name this poem it would be one of the following: "Pulp, The Perfect Concoction of Style, or Substance Alive and Clicking " because thats what its really all about I think it would make it a little more powerfull not that its lacking in any way of course.

    You could also name this poem “All in Wonder” because of the question at the end of poem that states “What exactly did I do last night?” lead me to this.


  • Festering Eye Sore
    November 7, 2004
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    :))

    This is pretty good... I like how its written like your stillkinda wasted lol idk... i like it