Never Again


Too much beer
then a lot of wine
tomorrow morning
you won’t feel fine

How often we do things
we know aren’t good to do
then later complain
as if this story is new

There is an inner voice
a knowing
of what’s right and wrong
that could keep us from playing
this tired old song.

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