The Party Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

My head's already reeling
There's all kinds of strangers coming in
Kinda got that feeling
That I must have gotten drunk again
And this girl I used to love
Is hanging off of my sleeve
Begging for forgiveness
For that thing that I thought she done to me

It's hot and gross in June
I wish an ocean breeze would blow
In the corner of the kitchen
Mikey's putting all sorts of dust up his nose
And it's only 2am
But I wish everyone in here would leave
As I lie down on the floor of my room
And try to fall asleep

And I'm staring at the ceilling
I can hear the ghetto bass through the wall
And when the music slows way down
I know someone is puking in the hall
That old flame is saying her farewells
But I can't make out a word
Becuase I'm rehearsing every single
Hangover cure I ever heard