I hate where I wound up
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Late afternoon, the house is hot
Everyone hates a sad professor
I've woke up stone drunk
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts
Professors muddled in their intent
Dear readers, my apologies
I started, I jumped up
This may be a lit invention
I'm already spent
Everybody hates a drunk
Long silence presents the tragedies of
Everyone hates a sad professor
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a bore
Love, note the age, get afraid
I've gotten lost before
To float their malcontent
Everybody hates a drunk
As for this reader
Dear readers
To try to rope in followers
I hate where I wound up
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks
Everyone hates a bore
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I'm not sure where I'm headed
I'm drifting in and out of sleep
Face down in the floor
