Groggily lurching
towards
a snail's pace
forray,
you've been a disaster
but never like this.
last nights debut
a triumph of sound,
You rocked
You rolled
and perhaps a bit much
Common Sense
and Sunday
the two should mix well
have a drink,
have another
ease the nerves
celebration
ease the nerves
drink it up
stop at 12
slip at 1
on at 2..
3 at
bed.
Now
I can't even focus
on writing this poem,
but its all I can do
from a head on a desk.
Copyright (C) David DeSantis
Sex, Drugs and David DeSantis! ! Hope the hangover isn't tooooo bad friend. Good Piece. Regards. Craig.
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I would like to translate this poem
Sunday is a poor apology for what's coming next - Monday - and an opportunity to try and remember what went before - Saturday nights gruesomely wild gig! ! Sláinte.