olympic hangover

An olympic sized laptop hangover
flashed across my crusty screen this morn'n
as I disembarked from my 'skull'
it nailed me literaly without warning

Now my brain bounces along a blue trampoline
like a pogo stick in an earthquake
not towards a golden podium
but an ugly old rake

thoughts race along my pothole highway
like a second place racer, in desperation
on the 100 meter dash
for a non-Jamaican nation

I swim on over to the refrigerator
hoping to pick up a medal or two
but with the luck I'm having this morn'n
moldy cheese will have to do

Realizing that the games are only half over
and how it just bores and bores
I crawl back up onto my podium
and reach for gold with a few more snores