I’m In My Cups, A Little Ungainly.
What Luck To Be Poisoned By Ethanol Now.
In Its Haze, I Am More Or Less Happy
She’s Gone. I’m All Right In My Solitude,
Safe In My Home. I Have Put On Some
Music. I Choose Not To Eat. In An Hour Or
So, I’ll No Longer Be Conscious. She Left Me,
The Bitch, But The Last Laugh Is Mine. I Will
Leave Her In My Own Way Soon