Drunk fingers know no shame.

 Slippery when wet,

So walk with caution.

I'm the most sober

so let me do the talking.

The walk of shame

Never felt so free.

2 miles in and all eyes on me.

You've had your fun,

And your ears are ringing.

Fuk Sunday dinner,

Even with a liter of gravy

It's minging.

Dry as second hand old toast.

Tonight's insomnia,

I'll celebrate with old ghosts.

Shaking hands with every memory.

Sure what else would you do,

After hitting it hard

Regardless that  you

Know you're 44 and

Still half a mile from home.