Hang me on the wall
In front of your regular sit
In this crowded bar called life
So you can see me first thing
When you come in sober
And last
Before you sink in spirit's vapors

Put me on your desk
Next to the keyboard
In this hell you call an office
So you can sip me slowly
Throughout the tedious days
Until you are intoxicated
Point ninety-nine of me in you

Don't wrap
Nor shove me
Into any drawer
Don't lend
Nor send away

Just hold my scented absence
Until it spreads
Its lucent wings
Into the evening air
And flies

To let you sober up
From
The best hangover
Of all times