Got a scotch.
Got a perc.
Don’t stare at my crotch.
As I tend to lurk.
Down the hatch, these things must go.
Going to catch, these things soon, though.
This morning is hard, there’s no doubt about that.
I can’t hold this card, not even if I tip my hat.
This day started rough, why is it so?
I may be tough, but this is a no go.
With this scotch, this Percocet I shall mix.
Time to watch, as this mess shall soon be mixed.
Pretty soon,all these things will not soon matter.
As I take these , I won’t even need to watch my bladder.
Alas, it is happening, surely it will.
I’ve lost it, everything, including my fill.
I cannot go on, not one bit.
This is the end, this is legit.
Whether you knew me or not, why should I care?
Perhaps I care too much, so much I tend to stare.
I am sorry for everything, to everyone.
This is it, it is over, FIN, the end, DONE.