Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXXIII
Write a short poem about waking up in drunken regret. On this one, winner is decided by likes. Make it brutal. 25 big ones on the line. Go.
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Morrow
Budweiser dripping,
Producing my puddle of regret,
Discarded bottles strewn around,
A ball of fuzz expanding my skull.
Memory of darkened eyes,
Deafened ears,
Stale breath,
Slurred speech.
Twelve hours of labour,
Pockets now barren,
Jelly limbs try to rise,
Like dominoes, they fall.