August 29

It's seven ten
A.M. and my head
feels heavier than lead
fed through a paper shred
which means my word
I'm in a world of hurt
and I have to work
where is my shirt
the more pressing query
which is really quite scary
is how did I make it
to my bed where I'm buried?
all I can recollect
is being at Kyles for a sec
dont know how I left
and got to my bed
so I call Eric and check
and he doesn't answer
cuz he's probably dead
that's my best guess
there's two things I know
number one I gotta go
to work like a Little Caesars ho
number two: last night was out of control