Похмельный синдром

when parted friends
and the light enters the house
it can not be avoided
comes the hangover

he is like a rabid wild storm
and you faint small raft
you ask " deductible
you tore it to chips ? "

you can not be saved , alas
and you are ready to die
in the corridors of your head
howl million mouths

you swear to god that henceforth
never set foot in a bar or a glass in his mouth
but still you have to endure
this morning a year-long