A man shaken
Perhaps not yet beaten
Paws shake like tree-tops
Roving in the winds like small cops
Extended urge to leave work
Hastily before the day's dark
Exit from the back door
Nearly knocking head on floor
Similar to suicidal thoughts
Indeed brain races like there are clots
Varying urge to throw up
Evidently, his wife broke the mucous cap
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