Another werewolf was created! 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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