Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
they call it "alcoholism"
let us hold it up in the dwindling light
dress it up in a nice little tuxedo
pray, sing, beg, laugh, cry
turn off the alarm clock
struggle out of bed (don't mind the hallucinations),
time to decorate, add things:
sugar, salt, a blue ribbon,
yesterday's debt collection notices,
a stale McChicken sandwich,
then add tears, pain, hangovers, suicide,
take a break from your project to run down the street maniacally screaming at stray cats
when you return, add ulcers and bleeding gums,
hypomania, psychosis, isolation, diarrhea, panic, loathing, death, loneliness, hunger pangs,
two nights in jail, weed roaches, dirty looks, shitty psychiatrists, a glob of tobacco tar, regret,
lost relationships, bad deals, cowardice, cirrhosis, nerve damage, termination slips, hospital bills ,
we're almost done now,
finally, add your greatest most euphoric dreams crushed into an appropriate dust for cooking,
bake it at 450 degrees for 1 hour,
rotate it 17 times, then bake it again at 700 degrees indefinitely,
forget about it and years later hesitate to take it out,
lock it in a steel box,
or give it away to your neighbor,
maybe just leave it on the doorstep at detox intake,
vomiting, shaking, as you shamefully walk
into another sterile institution
let us hold it up in the dwindling light
dress it up in a nice little tuxedo
pray, sing, beg, laugh, cry
turn off the alarm clock
struggle out of bed (don't mind the hallucinations),
time to decorate, add things:
sugar, salt, a blue ribbon,
yesterday's debt collection notices,
a stale McChicken sandwich,
then add tears, pain, hangovers, suicide,
take a break from your project to run down the street maniacally screaming at stray cats
when you return, add ulcers and bleeding gums,
hypomania, psychosis, isolation, diarrhea, panic, loathing, death, loneliness, hunger pangs,
two nights in jail, weed roaches, dirty looks, shitty psychiatrists, a glob of tobacco tar, regret,
lost relationships, bad deals, cowardice, cirrhosis, nerve damage, termination slips, hospital bills ,
we're almost done now,
finally, add your greatest most euphoric dreams crushed into an appropriate dust for cooking,
bake it at 450 degrees for 1 hour,
rotate it 17 times, then bake it again at 700 degrees indefinitely,
forget about it and years later hesitate to take it out,
lock it in a steel box,
or give it away to your neighbor,
maybe just leave it on the doorstep at detox intake,
vomiting, shaking, as you shamefully walk
into another sterile institution
