Yesterday
the predictable
hangover
of the type:

"voracious appetite/
headache
that won't shift
by itself".

I couldn't find pills
other than
cold and flu relief
capsules
containing
Paracetemol
but
I ate 2
and went about
my day.

This morning
I have a tremendous
head-cold
my eyes stream
and my nose
is dripping
like an old gutter
in spring.

Whoever's writing this script
is smiling
as he types.
He's
on his
own.

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