God, I feel like shit.
Last night’s endeavor tore holes.
Boom!
Shout a celebration.
Drinks before. Drinks during.
Retribution after.
Morning… Look! Eggs!
Burnt broccoli. Crushed tomatoes. Zucchini.
Red leafy vestige.
‘Tatoes. Cheese substitute.
Mmmmmmmmm
Fed and awake,
And starting to feel like shit again.
Can’t finish eating that.
Zealous evening. Emphatic riot.
Morning head split.
Left-over scramble into a pillow performance.
Do the dream dance once more.
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