Now, once again has come Hangover Day,
And many are feeling the urge to pray
To the Porcelain God, for their pain to allay,
But I do not suffer on Hangover Day.
I've been to the parties, and I've paid the price.
Now I go no more, and I find it nice
To not have to feel that my head's in a vice.
For me, the day will likely pass in a trice.
I do not begrudge those who will go out
And, driven by drink, cavort, smile, and shout,
But that is not for me; of that, I've no doubt.
I face Hangover Day far from in rout.
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