One More For The Road (Poetry)

Head pressed against cool porcelain
the morning brings its blinding pain
we drank too much and laughed too loud
the same old outcome once again.

The shock of finally coming round
that jolt of hitting solid ground
and face gone white as any shroud
we shrink from every piercing sound.

The temple of our body heaves
while every shaking inch believes
the end is nigh with each raw breath
and conscience moans and groans and grieves...

Why repeat the same mistake
so frequently, for pity’s sake?
The same result so many times
the head must know what makes it ache!

We’re clear on how it all goes wrong
yet still we party on and on
spend next day paying for our crimes
sing “Never Again” — the same old song.

We wrote the chorus, hum along
and take a vow we won’t succumb...
                                        until the next time.