Sick

Little bits of mince pies
The raisins
Bits of mince
I’m sick
I’m drunk
Drunk, crying and
Throwing my guts
Into a fucking toilet
I bent my head too far
Now I have flecks of sick
In my hair
And the tip of my nose
Purging my body of
Hate and sadness
Vodka purge
Sick, sick, I feel shit.

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