Okay, I thought I'd try writing a Comedy poem. Again. WARNING!! Mature Content. Do not read, if you are highly offended by sexual references or explicit language. How My Days Begin One. Opened my eyes. Two. Closed them. I again opened them. then later closed them again. Inhaled a deep breath Exhaled a deep sigh. Thought about the autonomy of a lie Lied down and day dreamed about Google, absurdly, researching a lady named Mrs Frugle. Thought about what she'd look like Freckles or zits? Small or large tits? and then my thoughts drifted or you could say that they'd shifted wondered what it'd be like to catch an elf maybe it'd make a swell ornament for my book shelf which had books that varried from Shakespeare to Elliot to Poe and King and a trillion other erotic dirty pornographic things all of a sudden I'm in a band, which is impossibly named "Stan" and from there I pick of my guitar, and head for the bar on the floor there's a severed head in a jar. Mischievous and evil my mind works It's okay, I still have time to work out the quirks but for now I dream and the waiter screams "Would you stop you're rhyming please!?" and then, quickly.. from will of annoyance, she flees sadly still, she's become deceased And then I opened my eyes again the sun shined brightly into them so I shut them tight, "fucking sun" I groaned "why can't you just stay gone, I enjoy the night" but wide awake now and sleep deprived like the nymph who had stayed up all night I looked out the window and saw a blue jay, which had its head in a tree, stupid bird used it beak for hammer thinking it was a wood pecker like the wood of the wood-less and the moans of hard bones a goddess appeared right before me then naked as anything I've ever seen and more pretty than anything I'd ever see again she called the bird and it came, it talked in whispers saying "shame shame, son, Frugle what are we gonna do with him" and then my eyes closed and I wished it all gone that nightmare, that scare the illusion of sobriety. I swear, never again will I drink after 3... (but that promise is void of all effort, if you know me)