I found a rodent among my waste
It was tasting the filth underneath
Then I shouted at the walls to converge
To take me into eternal night
So I could gaze everlastingly at the moon
And know its crescent intimately

I fashioned my own kind on a scrap of paper
Nothing more than an unused envelope
Then I stabbed it with the pick I used to pick my teeth
When I continually missed the mark
And my gums oozed with blood
But still there the image stood
Nailed to the cloth by a blunted pick

I ushered in the nocturnal peace
Habitual to my seclusion
Then I rummaged in my bin for a bottle
Thinking maybe I discarded little short of a magnum
But all in vain
I demonstrated to the heated air what it looks like to be mad
When a psychotic wish could have sent me
Into oblivion

I used the majesty of morning
To restore myself
Then sought a new holiday beneath a tree
It lasted some several moments
Then a squirrel came near
And I examined the space behind it
Since my focus had been lead astray
And then I vomited...