no more drinks please

You know that feeling you get after you've had some drinks but can't remember how many you've had and your stomach turns and turns and you can barely walk straight, and you come home 10 hours passed your bedtime, you puke everywhere, you get a phone call from your friend reminding you that you have to perform a dance for some business people downtown, you have to do alot of movement, you have to spin on your back, roll around on the cement, but on the way there you make a stop at some back alley to puke some more, and all the colors of the rainbow that you mixed into your drinks from the previous night come spewing out on the floor and you feel somehwat releived but not entirely because you know the feeling wont go away right away... yea yea that feeling... fuck that feeling. no more poison please.