A.J. Ryan

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Hangover - Poem by A.J. Ryan

I lift up my upper half,
And rub my blurry eyes.
Recalling last night is like trying
To piss while being circumcised.

An invisible cloud in the air scents of beer,
Drifting slowly with the blowing wind.
The parkman stares at me with his swirly brown eyes
While flinging my rubbish into the bin.

Some of my friends are in the bush beside me
So I offer a helping hand.
We stagger to the park bench and let this all
Sink in like a sponge away from land.

We look at each other, Chinese puzzled,
We find piercings and tattoos on us.
The hash found in our pockets shows
We were as high as an airbus.

A camera is dangling from our necks,
It had everything we wanted to find.
What a pity beer kills priceless memories,
What a pity we can't rewind.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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