Old Habits

I was blackout drunk,

and I surely stunk

of sweat and dirt and vomit

when I went to that joint

up at Downer's Point,

hadn't been there since Halley's Comet.

But they knew me there

and they poured my share,

made it stiff as rigor mortis,

kept filling my cup

'til the sun came up,

and I rolled out like a tortoise.

Next thing I knew

I was coming to

in my ex- ex- ex-girlfriend's apartment,

the sun shone unbearable

my head pounded terrible

like a fire at the fire department.

Still I gasped out her name

when I witnessed her frame,

stale and lifeless on the floor by the sink,

my onions were mussed

with fresh blood on my crust

and I thought What's my AA group gonna' think?