The bottom the bottle of whiskey
Bashes my insides and face with wrinkles
Strewn about my eyes and smile,
Wildly grown from the child I  seek inside
myself
So hypocritically
That innocence I contemplate
As I **** and pillage my morals with
Actions so contemptible and occasionally
Outrageous I want to repeat
HYPOCRITICAL
I yell as that innocence beckons me
My simpler thoughts distorted by mad, mad
silly behaviors of an actor I’ve acted to be
Because this actor
Others will act like
This mad, silly rampage has left for me
nothing but ink on paper, napkin paper,
carbon paper, construction paper, rolling        
paper, paper for later and notebook paper
This paper my savior allowing me to finalize
and analyze my actor’s mad, mad , silly
behavior.