I'm totally out of my mind drunk <br />Jack Daniels, five doubles on the rocks <br />and white ale <br />something new from our friend Sam Adams <br />if the beer is named after an old president or someone else <br />I don't really care right now <br />because the Jack is what put me under <br />you know 'the influence' <br />yes and some of you, come on you know who you are <br />some of you disapprove <br />of my degenerativeness <br />of my lack of respect for 'the temple' god gave me <br />for filling my veins with poison <br />but oh how that poison makes me numb <br />and oh how I can reflect on the meniality in my life <br />I can laugh at the sordidness I have succumbed to <br />I can lift up my chin, gaze at the whirring sky and not even realize that it shouldn't look like it's whirring <br />not even consider that perhaps my condition is a distortion of the truth <br />that my brain is not capable of understanding the message from my eyes <br />and the final challenge here is getting to bed before it's too late to say I slept a few hours, <br />and that the sleep has rejuvenated me for whatever comes around the next day's events <br />I humbly submit this drivel to you <br />and hide behind the veneer shell of a man <br />supposedly absorbed in his art<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laugh-with-me-2/
