Today I returned from my time,

Where I had been lost in a rhime.

I returned from space

Without any grace.

Yesterday it was so bad

And now I want to go to bed

Forever. Just to have met

All the conspicuous lead.

And Mat once said

He'd been loading that

With alcohol

Which drains a hole

In sacred soul...



But I prefer not to drink

I refer to safest link

The cola is my answer

To tragedy and cancer.



Two arezers erase my laters,

I want to go but they don't let me out.

Big mistakers are those razors,

Who keep me in this foolish world devout...



I feel zeal

I'm full of thrill

You win two-nil,

And I must pay

To get away

This awful bill.



The third appears

Here and there

Her mind gears

Don't let me tear

Off your stares

Anywhere

Whereas

From my nightamre

I need repairs