A lamppost brightens street where you're walking in daze
A night out of drinking and staggering to home
Is the only thinking in your senseless bald dome
Sputtering to the ground, now bloodied and in haze

As you wake up from nap in a bed of roses
At your neighbour's garden, prickly vegetation
That damaged your ego with a thirst's reaction
So off to the sprinkler to stretched yoga poses

As he lowers his head to consume from the spout
He falls hard and cracks it, opening a big gash
Requiring ten stitches and he has a whiplash

Finally, at his place his head bloodied in doubt
She's amused and confused while he needs a dressing
This was not his new house, this drunk man is stressing.