I hold my chalice to the spout poking out of your brain
while our words dance like earthworms trying to get out of the rain,
and I will butcher your judgments, cut them in two
because i may be nocturnal, but so are you
and I may be indolent at times, but hey, my pig flew!
If you learn to transform your choler, you will go far.
If you cannot put down a bottle, you belong in the bar!
Our mind's are busy, intractable areas.
They house negative and positive thoughts and everything in between.