Hangover poems

HANGOVER I

I wish I hadn’t gone and drunk quite so much

They said I needn’t have offered to go Dutch

But with redundancy money in my back pocket

For a change I didn’t want to ask for a docket

I don’t honestly know what made me do it

When you’re down ‘n’ out it’s hard not to blow it

The sound in my head is like a steam train

It feels like it’s pounding the depths of my brain

But when all’s said and done and there is no one

How can you see the bright side of the sun?

I can hardly stand let alone walk away

At best hold on, let the horizon sway

Night soon will fall and I’ll have to get going

In my state of confusion, not really knowing

Is this truly the life I want to be living

Or is there something I’ve yet to believe in?

HANGOVER II

I knew I shouldn’t have gone out on the town

I felt myself slip further, down and down

My head made contact with the rain-filled gutter

In crying for help I could barely stutter

I was drowning in the tide of rising bile

The taste in my mouth was increasingly vile

The wave of vomit rose up in my throat

And spewed out my mouth, a most sour note

There was no way I was able to work

I’d never be able to drive the merc

The smell of the sick will stay in my mind

If only a solution I was able to find

Waking up here in a stranger’s damp bed

What was I to do but lie and play dead?

She might then get up and minister to me

I might get a blow job, and get one for free!

HANGOVER III

Oh, never again I said to myself

I must take more care of my failing health

The last time I drank this much I was sick

How can I be such a stupid big prick?

I like to see my glass filled to the brim

So why is it making me feel so grim?

Nothing’s as good as a quick shot of rum

I love the way it goes straight to my tum

The warming sensation is great to behold

All at once it feels as though I’ve struck gold

For now I’ll ignore my pounding great head

And try to stop wishing I were just dead

Tomorrow is yet another long day

To try to forget I’ve now lost my way

The anguish I have will not disappear

So for now I may just sit down and leer

HANGOVER IV

One more drink will sound the death knell for you

What news to give someone who feels so blue

Be it rum or whisky, or wine or beer

What price to pay for a little more cheer?

When life is so bad you drown your sorrow

Who cares whether or not there’ll be tomorrow?

For now, I’ll ignore the pain in my head

Being sober is the thing that I most dread

My love life stinks, and I’ve just lost my job

Being drunk is better, just let me sob

Hair of the dog will surely do the trick

I know it will stop me being so sick

I’ve done it before so don’t tell me how

I’m not in the mood for your crap just now

Leave me alone, just let me live my life

It’s alright for you, you’ve still got a wife

HANGOVER V

“You’ll soon be dead if you have one more drink,

Either that or for you it’ll be clink”

Stop nagging me woman, it’s how I cope

Being drunk is better than smoking dope

What do you know about my rotten life

Where drinking takes away some of the strife?

So what, if my brain hurts and I smell bad?

You know I’ve always been a Jack the Lad

With my head down the toilet, I throw up

It’s not so good, as it is when I sup

Room spin has never been my preferred style

I’d rather stand up to reduce the bile

I know that next week will be the right day

So why can’t I stop and do it my way?

Today isn’t the day to end my sorrow

Why would I when there’s always tomorrow?

HANGOVER VI

To everyone out there I’m an old soak

What do they think they know, just to provoke

It’s only a day since I was last drunk

Please don’t let them see how low I have sunk

Wine is my tipple, it always has been

Without glass in hand I’ve never been seen

Just a bottle a day, enough for me

So when did it get to be more than three?

In my cups I can take on a huge crowd

Me with a hangover, what do you mean loud?

Just leave me alone in my misery

Why did they say all the drinking was free?

Never again, I can hear myself say

I think I’ve drunk just enough for a day

HANGOVER VII

“I’ve only had the one.” Is what he said

The words keep going right over my head

That I know is just a load of old bull

The last time I looked the bottle was full

There he staggers, with mobile phone in hand

Leans against the door, barely able to stand

“My head is pounding, my mouth is so dry”

“Why keep doing it? Tell me, why oh why?”

“I don’t have a clue, it must be your fault.

I keep on trying to call it a halt.”

What can I do when they lead me along

Like a horse to water, drink for a song

Happy Hour is what they might call it

So why after all do I feel like shit?

Come, pull yourself together, and get up

Come, drink the water I’ve got in this cup