Reaping The Consequences

After a weekend of fun and liquor,
I forget just how it’ll linger,
For days a relapse will battle
Each effort to reattain a stable.

Despite intentions in regards to drinking,
Now my head is foggy and thinking
Clarity’s pursuit stalls in the aftermath,
As mental effects maintain their aftermath.

Finally I surf, escapades have subsided,
My body’s been taxed and’s tired,
Gradually I edge closer to normalcy,
But my weekend of revelry is my calamity.

Though I rejoice that gradual relief
I must bear in mind with my mischief
That there are repercussions of that behavior,
So during the weekend I must savor.