It’s 12AM sharp
And I murmur to myself,
What a brand new day
to sleep off.
On a doleful Wednesday,
I can tell I’m coming down with something.
I am equivalent to a bottle of nonalcoholic whisky
infused with maple syrup.
Distasteful but creative;
Limited ******* edition.
See, disregarding how terrible my state tastes like
I still make perfect sense and sound tempting,
I always do.