I'm a drunk poet with so much more to say
  but unable to tame the tornado of thoughts.
  All I can get is emotion, anger and pity, fear
  and anger, love and fear, a friend who kills me,
  a friend who bores me, a bore who ***** me, a
  stint in jail for shame as a provider, a stint
  in an asylum of my creation for abandoning my
  wife and two kids as I wander in the desert.