Passover Poem

Monday is stuck in my teeth
along with last night's Chinese food.

I have a headache that runs down my neck
and will only be cured with tv and beer.

not brisket, prayer and small talk
with veritable strangers at a dinner table. 

The new girl is making me go,
and I try, but hip hop has my eve. 

along with vodka
and regret.

every once in a while, 
particularly on the high holidays.

I am just a son and a stupid lover,
sorry Hashem.