I lie flat on a cold floor like a bacchanalian, sozzled and heart broken...
I lie amidst a crowd of empty bottles, some devastated, others broken...
I lie central to diminishing cancer sticks and spilled pills.
Dived into love with swift celerity like I wasn't told that speed kills.
Ka nnete ngwana magana go botšwa o wela dikomeng tša batho.

Who falls head over heels for a stranger?
Should've...