Sober

My heart over-flow with sadness Having no one else but loneliness as my partner For belijorants surround me. In my heart, dubbing takes place Sober I feel for belijorants surrond me. A hullabaloo in my head I feel so humdrum Why was I humdrumed at? Maybe they are belijorants. On a mire I stand Sinking deep and deep Loneliness I welcome For I am sober. Through a loophole I move logically lopeared Unto a maple I grip A maxim of wickedness. A megalomaniac I become faced with mediocrity A migraine attack I recieve For belijorants surround me. Here I am, sober loneliness I embrace To obliderate sadness A motif of jingoism.