Hangover

There's a head shaped hole on top of my neck,
Oh wait,
That is my head,
But why must it be so painful?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Ow.

The person who invented and popularised alcohol,
Has just jumped to the top of my hit list,
Luckily for them they're probably already dead,
I should really update this list...

Oh God,
Thinking,
Ow,
Why think?
Ow,
Why think about thinking,
No,
Oh dear,
Shouldn't have rolled over,
Definitely not,
It seems to have turned my bed into a boat,
On a stormy sea,
And is that rain outside?
Oh the potential therapy,
What if I just put my head out there?
Only for a few minutes,
Let's give it a try,

Oh no,
No no no,
Shouldn't be moving,
There are only the bed-boat and I,

Back to sleep?
Definitely.

My poor head...