Awoke this morn’ feeling rough.
Head pounding, chest full of cough;
Yearning for tea and grease even though
My belly feels swollen and sour as dough.

Last night I’d had more than enough.
Standing up – a task so tough.
Now i wonder what i even sought
My brain cant collect a single thought.

Still i press on as one ought…
Knowing i must sell what i bought,
To start afresh, anew with nought.