Dancing Queen ....

I woke up late, with my head a pounding,
how I'm moving is short of astounding.
I was up way too late dancing
with the ghosts in my head,
I drank too much rum
now I wish I were dead.
I might be alright and not feel so wasted,
if each ghost that spun me 'round didn't wear so many faces.
I spent the night in a melancholy place-
toasting each memory that I can't replace.
Maybe one more drink can lay these ghosts to rest,
and for a moment, exorcise these unwelcome guests.