So I was a little hungover from lunch,
Stuffed with desserts and overflowing
With bits and pieces of creatures,
I had not the pleasure of knowing. (except in a gastronomic sense)
Evil angels did their work,
Small thoughts of bigness sowing,
Foolish mistakes to be made did lurk,
As my ego set to work.
The relationship was hollowed
Strange feelings of mixups and regrets I will probably have on the morrow,
"Why did I not speak my mind?"
Only quiet quiet sorrow.