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The Night I Don'T Remember

The Night I Don’t Remember I can hear the distant knocking Three raps on the old pine boards It is such a sunny day Who would come to visit? The door is so far away Too far for me to walk My mind is still in a haze Too many drinks Double shots of Jack Daniels A young woman who spent the night At least I think she did I cannot remember when she left I don’t know if she left I never asked for her name She is just a blur The whole night is just a blur Just another night in a long string Week after week time and my life are a haze Three more raps on the door Who is waking me from my drunk? I struggle to rise I fight the urge to go bad to bed I hold down what’s left of last night’s booze So much effort to stop the pounding Three more raps on the door I want to die I want to kill whoever is knocking What in the hell did I do last night? The door opens with a deafening squeal God, why are you doing this to me? Why did I do this to myself? Confused as I am a man stands before me I know him I have seen him before I do not remember him Could he be Jack Daniels here to finish me off? Holding out his hand he asks me a question Am I going to know the answer? He asked what I did last night I don’t know Was he the woman I went home with? No, that’s impossible I think I remember being with a woman I don’t know He asked the question again My mind struggles with each word My eyes can’t see what he has with him Again he asks me Again I do not understand My mind is still lost in a universe of booze He asks again I understand The cool air clears my mind I can answer him I can tell him what he wants to know I don’t know why my pants ended up in his mailbox Maybe if I see Jack Daniels tonight he will tell me Then I will tell him And we will all be happy

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/25/2012 11:50:00 PM
Well you are a bit of a wag I am glad that you had such a screwed up night, what a pity you don't remember the young broad may have been fun!
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