Last night

by joetwo

Empty bottle of scotch by my side

The room has a horrible smell

My head is a mess

I’m wearing a dress

Last night must have gone well


There’s no way to think through this haze

My head is unbearably thumping

My arm is quite sore

Where there was none before

Now’s a tattoo of kangaroos jumping


Though a try to remember I can’t

My memory’s a complete blank

Just shot after shot

A grown man in a cot

And plans to rob a large bank


What money I had is all gone

My stomach is going through hell

More flashbacks unfurl

How old was that Girl?

Last night must have gone well.