Another werewolf was created! The Foureyed Poet

The Foureyed Poet

As he opened one eye a new existence awaited

it was cold and he was semi naked

a salty smell filled his sensitive nostrils

wearily he sat up

blood ran down his arm from a savage gash

clothes strewn about like trash!

No memory of how he ended up in this spot

a watery sun began to shine

standing it was though he had a hangover

how his head throbbed

gathering his clothes and putting them on

he heard a clock on seven dong!

That splitting headache rampaged his thoughts

trying desperately to remember

he was sure it was a celebration with mates

must have had too much booze

finding it hard to even remember his address

how had he got into this mess?

His parents thankfully had already left for work

weak had a job climbing the stairs

could not even recognise himself in the mirror

more zombie than…

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