There's no excuse
I had to try
(A half-inflated alibi)
The drink it burns
and gives me rites
much better than your hand could guide
In ink-spill rings
my true demise
like tipping 'tenders with no eyes
A choking glue
glazed over mine;
cast pearly tears among the swine
Like Faustus failed
to understand
life's not enough to be a man.
