Guinness Bugs

I wake up

The bugs crawled around me

I kick them off

Whiskey, Whiskey

Whiskey is the way to go

I smell passion fruit

I smell apple

I smell strawberry

I smell the back of your neck

I smell your tattoos

Diane, Irene, Stephanie, Sarah, Aine, Laura.....

And I think it's Sunday

But it's really Thursday

And I'm sleepy

And so are you

But when it comes down to it

Where are you?

And the bugs crawl around me.