The Morning After

Six Snowballs
and countless Margaritas
followed by Dry Martinis
and Tequila Sunrise.
Was that wise?
It was your birthday
and you felt alive
but you drank quite a bit.
In the car park a Rolls-Royce
took your fancy
but a stern voice
told you it wasn’t yours
and, what’s more,
you were unfit to drive.
So you accepted
a lift from Brad Pitt.
In the morning,
when you opened your eyes,
you knew
that the party was over
and woke up to reality:
there was no screen idol,
no heartthrob,
just yourself,
your hangover
and me.

© Luigi Pagano 2008