22 May 2012
It was early in the morning, just before the day was dawning, that a drunken man came yawning, yawning to my home front door.
I was grumpy and still tired, but the drunken man was wired, in his drunken stupor mired, mired now upon my floor.
By his feet I tried to drag him, as he just lay there looking dim, to say the least he was not slim, not slim still upon my floor.
With a mighty heave and crash, the heavy man was still as smashed, but now he lay among the trash, the trash outside of my front door.
The Drunken Man • Opuss № I