Last night's party, early next morning

It's, uh, an attempt at, uh, being funny...I guess

There's piss in the bed 

next to my best friend 

still snoring loudly over

the sound of my typing.

Beer cans and ashes 

stashed around my house. 

Last night's party, man...

Now, who's stout?

Who's lean?

Who's turn is it to clean?

Last night's arguing, stumbling, 

shouting about this or that.  

Everything turned to slumbering...

Everyone peacefully dreaming away...

Smiling mouths all gathered

on their collective face. 

Their softness of brow breaking

on sleep's turbulent waves.  

Afraid to say, I couldn't stay awake.

I fell under the spell of the Sandman's swell.  

Everything's a mess, but while the angels slept...

I swept, I mopped, I stalked from 

room to room like a burgler with a broom, 

and soon enough, but much too soon for me, 

my dreamers ceased to dream their furtive

dreams just as I had ceased to clean.

"I wonder what they have to eat?", 

a muttering, grumbling, rumbling speech 

at which point I screamed, "GET THE F**K 

OFF MY COUCH AND GET YOUR OWN GOD

DAMNED HOUSE!" then begrudgingly 

I went back to sleep. 

Reviews

[GPR]

OMG this poem was hilarious! Just the first line had me hooked! Really loved it!