Hung Over

Hung Over short poem

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Well you swear up and down this morning
I told you I love you and I wanna spend the
rest of my life with you last night…
Well I must have been drunk off my ass and
desperate to get me some ‘cuz hon you’re
really not my type…
I’m not trying to be mean or cruel but we’re
just friends and that’s all there ever could
be between me and you, don’t look at me
so sad and for God’s sake please don’t cry
I don’t see any reason why you’d lie but
I’m really not that kinda guy, I guess alcohol
and friends really don’t mix especially alone
together, you say yeah but you sure were good
couldn’t we be friends and lovers, I don’t think
that would be fair to you what if I met someone
tomorrow and you suddenly were yesterday’s
I’ll always be you’re friend but that’s where it
ends and please let’s not have this conversation
let’s drop it ok before we end up really mad at
each other and I really can’t handle this right now
I’m just way too hung over!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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