Got wasted
Fell on the sun
****-naked
It wasn’t fun

More than tipsy
On a balloon
Saw the gypsy
Crashed the moon

Dipped his feet
In a crater lake
Non-stop drumbeat
Heavy headache

Before him, parked
Was witches-broom
The day was marked
By magic mushroom

Furious lions are fighting
Somewhere in the high
Tear and sweat are pouring
From the fractured sky

You can overlook men’s bones
Most are spineless testosterones

A *****, dark tunnel
Let it be called life
Less light than ever
Yet, there’s more strife

Please! No more than one birth
Already too many folks on earth

When time starts to fly
And it’s not always fast
Eye’s bound to turn blind
Up until everything’s past

Heart cannot be lended
Nor it can be borrowed
You either don’t have it
Or have had it all along