Home from a late night out,
Vincent was smashed after a month alcohol drought.
In bed, head spinning, he felt a gag,
Rolling to his side – he grabbed his bedside bag.
Beginning to chunder everything out of his head,
He realized he wasn’t holding a bin, but his backpack instead.
Friday, 22 May 2009
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