Drunk.

I am drunk. Read this poem. Before I do a hangover deletion.

So as the drink dribbles through my body 

This shoddy appearance doesn’t matter, 

because like a horse I canter through a realm of confidence and truth.

Its true that I may be acting a little unusual than if I was sobre and punctual 

but ya know what? Fuck it. I had the time of my life tonight

And amongst the play fights and saucy dancing, prancing, screaming and jumping

I realised one important thing, booze isn’t a harmful thing. 

One could argue that when I wake up in the morning, 

yawning, whilst the sun is dawning 

I will have a headache the size of a 7 acre awning 

on the side of a millionaires camper van.

Of course we will see, and like a drawing it will be fucking clear as soon as I wake.

Headaches are not something I can usually fake.

But it was, slash, is, slash, will be fun to do this more often.