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Saturday Morning

This morning i awoke from where i lay
Hungover, sedated, my vision it sways
Bedmates beside me, on my left and right
The night must have been quite the delight

Interrupting the celebration of where i stayed
To make it in time, a long crusade
Stumbling across the bodied floor
Heavily breathing toward the bathroom door

The urine flows, the sedation dissipates
Mouth feels dry and tastes of paste
A headache follows, a beat in my brain
Serves me right for causing it pain

Glancing in the mirror i see my image
The aftermath of a line of scrimmage
I turn on the tap, the water flows
Splashing on my face and also my clothes

Navigating once more through the grave of corpses
Outside, it's calling, it's peaceful noises
Taking deep breaths, crisp clean air
Well, much better then the air from in there.

Time has passed since i first awoke
Stress from the headache, god i need a smoke
Lighting the stick, burning crisp with flavor
Thinking to re-leave stress, heh, my childish behavior

My mouth tastes now of paste and rot
To wash it down, some chase and a shot
Feeling much better like when i was then
The feeling of sedation once more again

My body feels reduced, reused and recycled
The partying fame, the nonstop cycle
This feeling is definitely a great sensation
And i'd do it again without hesitation

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