A POEM - OH NO

OH NO
When I woke up
I couldn’t remember a goddamn thing.
I looked around the room for clues,
but everything seemed to be normal.
No chairs through windows,
no televisions cut in half
no open, bleeding wounds.
Then I looked down and shuddered,
reading this dreadful chicken scratch
on my arm that spelled out,
“John Whiskeytoe.”