What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

Dedicated to all partying hard sweet people,

 

Party Hearty Hangover

 

 

‘A typical bath situation,

One copyright afternoon,

I need a bathroom quickly,

Before I have my late breakfast,

If I had one,

I have only a heroin spoon,

A shower and the touch of a razor,

Are luxury nowadays,

They are excessive habits,

In our all night partying,

And sleeping in daylight den,

Why should they do it right now?

When I am in a hurry,

All my body refuses to wait,

I have to listen to groans and ticklish laughter,

Why do they laugh making love?

One more existential question,

I live in the curious place,

When I fornicate, I don’t laugh, 

How am I supposed to find the true answer?

Maybe they are horny and shy,

I don’t understand them,

I surely won’t until I’m dead,

The worst thing about these copulations,

And couples being late in afternoons,

They never clean up their mess,

They take weird pride,

In leaving behind the fertility scene,

My bathroom tiles are fertilized,

One day I’ll slip on the arrogant puddles,

Consisting of soap and water,

Strangers’ sperm and high self-esteem,

One day I’ll slip on soap,

And microscopic creatures,

Killing instantly my hangover,

 With the help of a toilet tank,

Cursing Original Sin,

I imagine my parents’ faces,

 Reading the coroner’s words,

My visa to God’s dissipation,

My one way ticket to the sperm paradise,

Finally laughter and groans and water,

Stopped running,

They have no fun,

Sinners are gone,

Do you know?

Why are they so proud?

After they’ve happily come,

I make my way hand in hand with attention,

I reach out and touch the sink,

It pounds in my head,

‘He slipped on the sperm

Belonging to someone’,

It’s a miscarriage of justice,

It dismisses the invisible to the naked eye creatures,

With homicide cruel intentions,

It is absurd and stupid,

The most foolish reason to die,

I don’t want a stupid death’.