The Morning After

I have absolutely no idea when I wrote this, but after reading it I have totally fallen in love with it. I think this was written in college, because I can’t remember writing any poetry after college.

What light through yonder window

Broke my somber summer slumber?

I spent the night splayed on the floor

Next to an empty tumbler.

A slender, soothing longneck,

Maybe two or maybe six,

A gift from Mr. Adams

Gave my liver twice its fix.

Hiram Walker and Jack Daniels

Chased him down my burning throat,

And the party took an awful turn…

I think I went home with a goat.

But I saw my inner house guests

Leaving quickly with the dawn.

Still, I thanked them for their patronage

And flushed them down the john.

Probably for the rest of the month I’m going to whore myself out with an impassioned plea: click on the ads. PLEASE click on the ads. I don’t care if you exit it out of it immediately or actually look around. This isn’t some professional blog where I believe in the products I’m shilling. These are automatic ads placed by Google. But my experiment this weekend proved to me that I actually AM making a spot of cash whenever the ads are clicked. So I’m going to put this little disclaimer on the bottom of all my posts for the next month or so, and I hope you’ll take an extra 10 seconds after reading my blog to click on an ad. Thanks so much!