Brains oozing out of my ear,

Cannot of you see too clear,

No alcohol did I drink,

But man do I of something stink…

Can’t drive,

Barely can survive,

No food did I eat,

Maybe the smell is my feet…?

Walking as well hard,

As writing is for this bard,

Cannot ride either a bike,

Could anyone in this condition me like…?

My sanity still there but just barely,

A beer in my hand you will see only rarely,

Never as I recall have I been treated unfairly,

Better off in this condition, sitting on my ass quite squarely…