In my days of heavy
drinking, it was many
the time I left myself
without sufficient
money for food.

I recall a morning in
Paris, waking up and
seeing the Eiffel Tower
from my grassy bed.

Blackout, no idea how
or why I was in France,
but, I was hungry and
in need of caffeine, not
enough Francs for *****.

I had a choice, a Coffee
or a Croissant, not both.
An empty bag can't stand
but a full bag can't bend,
Une Baguette Si vous Plait!

Et je n'avais pas d'autre
choix, que, d'accepter
l'arôme du café