Anatomy of a Hangover

When our girl wakes up after a night of drinking

She can't help but exclaim, "What was I thinking?!"

Visions of the previous night unfold like a horror flick

Her head feels like a soccer ball, surviving kick after kick

She shakes her head gently to measure the ache

Being an it girl is more than her body can take

Our girl checks for ten intact digits and proper length of hair

Her last memory is of playing an extreme game of truth or dare

Her stomach churns--even her blood cells seem mad

Why must she pay this price whenever a good time is had?

Questions race through her mind at a painful speed

This is a cautionary tale, readers--please, take heed

Did she really dance on the bar?

Was that her leaning out of the window of his car?

Respect the hangover and everything it says

Waking up clear headed can only mean better days