ramblings and things
post waltzing weasel
the life and soul of last night’s party
views with dread
the very thought
of moving his head
well aware of the daggery pain
that would stab and scour
each corner of his brain
leaving him exhausted.
fragments
of remembrances
of conversations
drift slowly through his mind
making him seem fascist
uncaring and unkind
the breakfast he ate for bravado
bacon and eggs warm and greasy
lie on a stomach
already queasy
making him vow
never again
if I survive
if I escape
this hangover alive
he recalls with despair the arranged
sunday lunch time pub meet
but to his surprise the first few pints
slips down a treat
and the joshing from his mates
ease away
the shame and sorrow
of yesterday.
from the life and soul
of last night’s party
Post Waltzing Weasel (performance Version)