Morning Beer

The morning sun

Breaks in

Through beer-stained

Sheer curtains

And it's casting beams

Of bright sunlight

Upon my glowing face

And I can't

Quite seem

To turn away

And I can't quite seem

To say that I

Don't know where I am

And I don't know

Whose floor

I've just found

I don't care

Why I'm here

Just gotta find

My morning beer

So I can find my way

Pound a Hamm's

Then face the

Brand new day