Billowing, billowing, billowing
Sipping wine and blood-siphoning nether
Don't you think I know what I could be?
To empty halls, to empty rooms
This is a declaration of insanity

I don't know what the best option is--
A frantic schizophrenic,
A gulp of wine and silent frenzy
Good poetry comes from serene oases of mind,
Mine is loud, loud and careening inside.

You don't get paid if you call in sick.
Don't complain about it.
You're the one wasting everyone's time!