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

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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

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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

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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.

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