Moratorium 

  Woke up with my head behind the toilet

 No idea how I got there

  Just a clue to how much we drank

He left the toilet seat up again

 Maybe he wrote my name in an after sex piss on my grave

 Covered me with a shovel full of clothes from the hamper

 He killed me with his stamina

 Anything over an hour and you’re just a cramp

 

Author: The Unamused Muse

You know me better than I do.

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