Whiskey Dents

It's the morning after
The night before.
Spent most of the night
On the bathroom floor.
"I'll never do this again" I sob.
Praying away to the porcelain god.
I try to recall last nights events
Then go check my truck for Whiskey Dents

There's stains on the seats and
Stains on the floor.
And the mirror is missing
From the passenger door.
I need to get a handle on this vice
Cuz my truck always pays the ultimate price
I vaguely remember sideswiping a fence
As I'm checking my truck for Whiskey Dents.