Consequences!

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I woke up in a cold sweat, memories of the night before playing as if constant replay. Questions had no answers: What had I said? What had I done? What would be the consequences of my actions? I was confused…

I woke up this morning
My mouth was desert-dry
My vision was impaired
I did not realise why
I then remembered
The events of the night before
It all became clearer
Why my head was sore

The wine had been good
The whiskey was a malt
And as for the port
A cranial assault
I was helped up the stairs
Or at least I must have been
Apparently my language
Was really quite obscene

At the breakfast table
Silent accusations
Will surely be leading to
Unpleasant recriminations
But all of a sudden
The alarm clock rents the air
I remembered I don’t drink
It was just a bad nightmare!

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