In imitation of W.B. Yeats’ ‘Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Had I but money equal to a taxi fare,
To enable me to avoid such a fate –
The kicks and punches and bruises
Of a youthful Saturday night –
I would have ordered a taxi home.
But I, being drunk, have gotten into a fight;
I am spread in drunkenness under your feet;
Jump softly because you jump on my head.