Monday After The Ball

Woke up with a splitting headache 

bodies of revelers unconscious 

scatter the floor…

on one wall a poem in lipstick, 

crayon, and blood starts out:

“Xavier never had a chance

his mind hanging from his pants

shoulda took that job in France.”

One fantastic old drunk still sitting

at the bar, half a drink in his hand.

“Yup, that’s about it for this one.

I was explaining the meaning of life,

and this guy passes out in front of me.

I forgot what I was saying anyway…

shoulda wrote it down.”

Man hanging from a tree in the backyard…

note pinned to his chest reads:

“Thanks for all the fun!"