I used to have this tendency when I drank, to think I was a brilliant philosopher and grab a pen and paper and begin writing what I believed was brilliant prose.

During moments of sobriety I would often find these crumpled bits of paper lying here and there with cryptic writing that seemed to slant and become less readable the further down the page it got....embarassing.

Anyway here is one I found recently that was actually pretty funny, although I can certainly see the drunken, philisophical me between the lines.....I thought I'd share.

My faucet is leaking, in a manner of speaking,
my thoughts dribble out unattended.
It is hard to believe, that with lack of reprieve, on this derelict mind I've depended.
In moments of bliss, it's seemed I could kiss, the genius that blooms in my skull.
But the flowers will seed, leaving nothing but weeds and my concience predictably dull...