Saturday Night / Sunday Morning Poem by james d nall,jr

Waited all week, for Saturday Night
Couldn't wait to drink, Party and Fight
Going steady, till the clock strikes Two
Slammin' that last drink, you know what to do
Head for the house, hoping to not get caught
By the local cops, that can't be bought
Fumbling with your keys, at the front door
Wish I'd left ten minutes earlier and hit the store
Coulda kept on drinkin', got even more drunk
Tippin' 'em till my head, on the floor, goes thunk

Waking up sunday, dying to go pee
Barely make it, then notice the clock says Three
Its light outside, can't take the glare
Gotta shut the blinds, leave that light out there
Heads a pounding, like a jackhammer
Amazing I made it home, missing the slammer
Each sunday, I say the same thing, again
I won't get drunk, when next saturday rolls in

Theres some one in my bed, that I don't know
I hope like hell she wakes, dresses and go's
I can't remember her name or if any thing took place
If sex did occur, I'm afraid to look her in the face
Could have been great or the worst I ever had
If she finds this out, you know shes gonna be mad
So I kiss her lightly, Waking her with a smile
Tell her I've got to go, in a short while

She offers to cook me breakfast, I tell her No
I've overslept and really got to go
Putting on a shawl, she walks me to the door
Confusion sets in, my head thats so sore
Kissing me goodbye, she pushes me outside
I'm not at my house! Where the hells my ride?