Okay Today I Make A Boo Boo

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.

Mis-communication followed
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.