Ode to a hangover

A fragile head that seems to shatter with any sound.
A stomach that rejects everything to it that’s in bound.
My recollection of the night before is foggy at best,
And I am not sure if my genitals should take a test.
I seem to recall a pretty girl,
And the whole room a whirl.
My best friend is passed out on the floor,
And I want to shoot who ever is knocking so loud on my door.
Its the cops,
Apparently quite a few of us guys where running around in nothing but ladies tops.
The fines not big,
I think there’s money underneath these bottles if I just dig.
There is a girl on around my toilet.
The seat looks so used, I wonder if I can oil it..
There’s some one passed out in my tub too.
And there's something sticky all over them and I doubt it's glue.

These are the results of drinking.
And so when partying is what your thinking,
Remember before your think about a blouse,
To crash at someone else’s house.