Nine bourbons refuse to pick me up to bring me down, and 
so I try for ten. One of those nights where I know I am 
only as good as the size of my enemies. Unapproachable by 
default. Take me with a grain of salt. A poor excuse for 
attention, a student sent to detention for not submitting 
homework given. For allowing you to leave. Keep the 
window slightly ajar. Cut me free, distract the guard. 
Humour me, lie to me, pretend to take me seriously. I 
think theres more to this. My moneys on a mistake. Ill 
sit and wait and pass the time, whatever it takes to 
change a mind whoever minds. When all patches have been 
sewed well have no holes to fall in. Elbows tilted, hips 
adjoined, well drink to this solution. Humour me, lie to 
me, pretend to take me seriously. Maybe its a tried tale 
and our enemies will always grow in size. Maybe were 
rehearsing for the second time, that last until we die.