Hungover Poem

My head hurts too much to jack it
please penis, please leave me alone
why do you sleep when i'm macking,
get solid once in bed at home?

Life is so shit when you're winning
least gutters can reach for the skies
dreams of love, wealth without sinning
and meaning not based on damn lies

No real joy known even in youth
no smiles feel correct on my face
don't care if it makes me uncouth
drink to oblivion, to waste.

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