My idea

of

     having fun

is writing poems

             alone

               and

            little... drunk.

 

Tiny stories

     with no point

            and

       no meaning,

wake up next morning

    and see they’re

              not

      worth reading.

 

All the same,

     it was fun,

I deserve

         this little pain.

 I’m hungover,

   non poetic,

             but I feel

                    so sane.