hangover

spent the night
getting wankered
with me mate
his bird was downstairs
having an Ann Summers
party,
i was drinking and chillin'
eating berries from the vine
my buddy was smoking
fat, blunt havanna's
and playing jim rummy
with me.
outside, the rain - its pouring
a fine shower in the darkness
the hush of the motorway
calms the heartbeat
and i sit and ponder why?
did i ever try to believe
in a glorious fantasy
as two hearts that have one mind.