Overrated

And in the fleeting feeling of

not wanting to speak and falling asleep induced

for mere minutes by the two rolled sticks of chemical sawdust

followed by a good cup of coffee that was for some reason losing its appeal is it never normally would have

I felt like someone besides myself

and that person was not a person I liked

And much rather would I have been myself

And not had to vomit my brains out

twice

when instead I could have been enjoying what should have could have would have been a 

different night

But nonetheless

20th century romanticism killed the cat 

once again