Whilst drinking
I wasn’t thinking
And I pulled out a rocket
Made of anger and self loathing
Wrapped up in childish clothing
Then just released it into the room

It flew into the faces
Of the innocents in their places
Which was wrong
I felt instant twinges of regret
But I wasn’t finished yet
As I swore and hit and cursed

A fool resides in here
His guilt is all too clear
The wallowing never stops
A conscience he must regain
That is floating in the rain
Before it gets washed away