Let's start with two eggs,
bacon sizzling, cooling, ate,
three pieces left for another,
why not a third egg before
my moment of solitude.

The beginning, boredom
always creeping ivy slow,
taking hold between the strength
of my resolve.

Let's start with two shots,
eyes blurring, focus, blur,
three-fourths left to drown out another,
why not one more
to soothe my solitude.