Which-a way is the loo? I can't seem to find my hand... Oh! there it is, inside my shoe! My head is all muddl'd, perhaps I should try to stand.
The room is a kaleidoscope- Where did the floor run off to? I'm standing on the ceiling, at least I hope. My head is still muddl'd, perhaps I should try something new
Walk! I'll walk. Where... Where to walk?.. Ahhh, I know. The loo! No, I need another beer. My head is ******* muddl'd, perhaps I should try not being so hollow
Now I stare at the ceiling, World is spinning with eyes cross'd. That beer has left a distasteful feeling Of mistakes made with friends lost.
Blanket of worries Stain'd with three bottles of memory Means I can't forget all the stories; I'm an *******, in summary.
I forgot about the loo, and I never got up. There's only enough burning water to fill this cup. The last glass, for I hate how I've watched my mind fall. My head is tired and muddl'd, perhaps I will finally end it all.