Poem: new year new me

I lurch drunk and sleepy
To a Mcdonalds - it’s 7am.
The hangover’s starting
As I plant down my Adidas bag,
I almost certainly look like a dealer.
I made the hour walk here alone
Because I was getting teary-eyed
And suicidal
Talking to my friends.

What’s it they say:
Start the year as you mean to go on.