My head is throbbing dully
An unstopping, never ebbing
Grinding, hurting, slowly stabbing pain
that emanates from god-know`s where.
Perhaps it was the lagers,
Flowing amber liquid drinking
Pint on pint I remember sinking,
Whilst I was sat at home alone.
Perhaps it was the marijuana,
Smoked in copious cloudy quantities,
Fogging over little certainties,
Of Tomorrows agonies today.
Braindead from the eyes back
Feeling nothing more than that
Ever throbbing, grinding, hurting pain,
Inside my busy head.
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