In the old days this would have been between the Body and the Soul.
A Hangover Dialogue between the Stomach and the Brain
Last night you drank a bit, more than a bit.
This morning I’m the living proof of it.
The whisky and the wine slipped by like silk
But now, by God, I wish you’d stuck to milk.
Come, stiffen up, you wreck. Attend to me:
There is a tried and trusted remedy.
The genuine Prairie Oyster – guaranteed
To succour drunkards in their hour of need:
Splinters of glass to mark the final fall,
Long stalactites of vomit on the wall,
Puddles of nameless oozings by the bed
And everywhere a pain. Much better dead.
Now drink it off just so, with lots of water.
Zowie! Shazam! Go kiss your wife and daughter,
Pack up your briefcase, get yourself to work
And next time… next time don’t be such a jerk.
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