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Can't Blame The Bartender

by Kristi Paik

that cruel autumn sunlight laughs at me as i bury my face hard between two pillows,
After a slight shriek I realize that I'm actually in between Sarah's "pillows"
she crashed here?...At least her plastic tits are comfy

phone light, phone bright, please grant my wish, that it's not my mother calling. Yeah right....

God, what did I do to deserve this cruel torture?
memory won't serve. Errrr...rather the Jack won’t let it serve
What's this strange number in my clutch? And where the hell is my earring?
And who was that I kissed last night?
Oh Right. That's what I did to deserve this.


am I hungover or is the sky always grey???

stop the whirwind I want to get off this unsteady ride
it's a torture device straight outta hell
why oh why did i chose a waterbed instead?

the hard partying
stopped days ago
but Kristi stays well-hungover

THATS IT NO MORE, my head says
no more wine, whiskey, jager and beer
From now on
we are only sticking to ONE.

11/12/2008

Posted on 11/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kristi Paik

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/13/08 at 12:02 AM

for me, it's crown. haha. great read.

Posted by Katie Dean on 11/19/08 at 11:15 PM

story of my life right here.

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