Just today this morning I awoke so frantic
A heart full of rush I sprang to my legs
Up and risen I trekked to the mirror, I glanced
at my reflection with a dismal daze
The hair upon my head in somewhat of a turmoil
none two strands could bear a spot atop my crest
strewn along the floor of my bedroom were various tins, huh,
I glanced once more and wondered where they appeared from
Entranced I was in thought when a fellow lad arose from the bed near my own
He appeared so suddenly it felt like I invoked him from an alcoholic deity, I talked to him
About the night before but even he seemed as if he awoke from a tomb
'Hdhejkshfn' he said, gibberish not even one of his own could understand
I trodden around the home and all along the trip it came into view that a plethora
Of poppers and winding trails of string lined the home
Well I should give this an ending worth mentioning but by now the stranger at the entrance of this room is chastising me about the night before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem