The weather it would seem has a total disregard

For how I shall traverse this fog and uneven street

My unsteady gait already hinders, makes it hard

Then you mock my blurry vision and my erratic feet

If not for the thin and sturdy friend which I have met

Who helps prop up my posture while I get my bearing

Thank you, kind sir, for your services I am in your debt

Perhaps I did not think what overindulgence might bring

No matter now the deed is done and I long for my bed

So, on I shall stumble into this surreal scene from hell

Struggling against the night’s fog and the fog in my head

My adventure home shall be quite the tale for me to tell

On wobbly legs I shall follow the logic of my sloshy brain

And watch my footsteps for they shall lead me onward

But alas they have led me to ground and brought me pain

As I lay here my only thought is that I surely must look absurd