The Pleasures of this world.

Waking up half drunk,

forcing the food down

and then sitting on the toilet

to feel everything that was there before

burst out of me,

whilst writing it down.

 

The sounds that I try and hide

Because the woman I make love to

Is laying awake next door.

 

The knowing,

That all I have to do

Is wipe,

Brush my teeth

And head for the bars

To start again.

The End

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