Clues
Peanut shells in my hairtip me off
that I’ve recently been on a bar floor.
The odor from my mustache clues me inthat there was vomiting in my recent past.
For the love of Pete, I hope it was mine.
The pain in my arm, ass, and side insinuates that I’ve been forcibly ejected from somewhere.
The gravel imbedded in my cheek might well mean that I’ve had better landings.
For f***’s sake, I hope I had fun.
—Seamus Dundee
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