Imagaining my future

Middle Age Hangover

My eyeballs are watery, puffy, and red.
I can't move a muscle to get out of bed.
A jackhammer's pounding inside of my head,
So I can't even hear myself think.
My temperature feels like a thousand and three.
"Dear God, let me die!" is my passionate plea.
And the hell of it is, all I had was some tea.

How I miss being able to drink!