When unfamiliar laughter was reason enough to kill
When the world looked the same upside down
When hunger pangs butchered the atheist in me
And tea cups were big enough to drown…
When genius simmered in a shallow pot
When The Ego reached the finish line before ID
When the pen refused to follow my command
And music was consumed with greed…
When paper smelt the same as Russians
When batteries died out sooner than rage
When perfumes made me feel miserable
And I was still on the same page…
When the keyboard was overworked
When the rain was hot and the sun was cold
When statutory warnings were shown the finger
And the body grew another fold…
When characters in my head attended their own funerals
When fun began on a lost highway
When ideas froze like a Friday-evening-climax
And started from there the following Monday…
