Reaping The Consequences

After a weekend of fun and liquor, I forget just how it'll linger, For days a relapse will battle Each effort to reattain a stable. Despite intentions in regards to drinking, Now my head is foggy and thinking Clarity's pursuit stalls in the aftermath, As mental effects maintain their aftermath. Finally I surf, escapades have subsided, My body's been taxed and's tired, Gradually I edge closer to normalcy, But my weekend of revelry is my calamity. Though I rejoice that gradual relief I must bear in mind with my mischief That there are repercussions of that behavior, So during the weekend I must savor.