Cocaine for Breakfast.

Wakes up beside a stranger once again.
Can't remember the night.
Merry go round of sex with people just
like
him.
He finds his pants, snorts a line of coke
for breakfast and leaves to face the shame
of the sun.
♠ ♠ ♠
Yeah. This was for Writer's Craft. It is a number poem, hence the arrangement.