Stumbling, there's always a bit of it
that follows my steps when I consume a bit too much, y'know?
Some may say I'm off my rocker, but their words --
their statements, they come so rapidly, they might as well
knock me off already.

Mind melts like slush, surrounding my senses,
abounding my lessons. I taught myself, I always have,
but tonight I indulge -- should I pass out later, I apologize.
Twas not a fault but my own, yet its responsibility I choose not to yet possess.

Perhaps this ocular relocation has served me well --
my eyes look down down down instead of up,
because what is caring anymore?

Fear has trapped my soul in its consuming embrace,
curling its nasty fingers around my throat,
constricting my words until I speak nothing but folly.
But the folly spilling from my mouth now is expedient,
bespeaks from fleshy depths all of which has refused to be released,
and this relinquishment is relaxing, readily available like a Hot N Ready pizza.