There’s a crumb for every hangover,
especially ones that last for days.
And the times you’ve little food in
so push potato waffles on their way.
Trapped crusts linger deep below,
months after a sickie graze.
Little memories of burnt fingertips
during a late night pitta haze.
A twice yearly, upside down jig
will help the gates to heaven pop.
Serving moments of salvation
mornings after you haven’t stopped.
But always check the settings dial
to avoid level five charcoal flops.
And hiding behind fake note taking,
your still-steaming corporate prop.