Last Night… I Think?

My night?
Oh wouldn’t you like to know?
In truth,
I’d like to know too…

I woke with my brain outside of my head,
With my hair in a deluge of knots;
My vision the quality of early TV,
With all the wrong colours and dots.

A bruise in the shape of Australia,
Tasmania included there too;
My legs the consistency of unset jelly,
That’s how I found the tattoo.

To be honest it’s all a bit of a blur,
There’s nothing in here that makes sense;
My friends are all saying that they feel the same,
How did we get into this mess?

But then they walk in,
The only smart thinker;
All smiley and loud,
Our one proud non-drinker.

“You couldn’t be stopped!
I did try n’ tell ya’…
But nothing could be done,
Once you’d brought out Tequila!”

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