I’m only human when I sleep,
However sparse,
The rest of me is an idea, plain, simple,

You may see a man with a face,
Or a boy with a mask,
You might not even see me at all,

I’m what I make it to be,
Whoever holds the reigns,
Myself, or just the pains or vices,

I’ve got legs of gin some nights,
Some nights I’ve no legs,
Most nights I’ve got loose ends,

And the next time you see me,
You’ll ask me, “who are you today?”
And I will not reply.

Because showers only wash away 80% of guilt.