Hungover (a dig at our society)

I awake and sit up, eyes bleary, sleep ridden
I make my journey to the loo, kicking the hoover that was previously hidden

Blurry shaped colours swimming in view
Theres the basin, I think, hey wait did I puke?

The wet floor says yes, ill mop it later
The stench strengthens the statement, and the taste even greater

I feel a hammer inside of my head
I struggle to moan at how many brain-cells I rendered dead

A stare to my hands, a cut on my finger
A slap my tongue against my inner mouth at the smoky, liquor linger

I collapse back on my bed, closing my eyes
"Give me Paracetamol!" my hazy brain cries

I struggle back up, and head downstairs
Did I cook last night, I give up remembering, who cares

Never again I promise, with a hefty dose of lie
Because the boys have got another crate... now how can I deny?