Do you have a pen?

Should I get dressed now?
-What?
Do what you want to do.
I can't bear to look at you...
And give me back my drink!
I didn't spend money to get you drunk.

I'm taking naked pictures of you
on the sly, through the mirror;
No one's going to remember you...
No one's going to know you, anyway.

You've come and you've gone,
gone with the night,
gone with all its passion.
Others, too, with Passion,
they'll find you.

You have a look of childlike amusement.
Your eyes glisten,
but you're not smiling;
your teeth are clenched -
you're as amused as a crazed chimpanzee.
And those eyes, under glass,
pupils dialted 60 feet wide...
something sinister about that ape-like stare.

It used to be a good brain,
full of potential,
now just a sour mush,
on a good day,
still sputtering.
I don't dwell upon,
too often,
you can't sulk...
you can't sulk...
I don't dwell upon,
too often,
if it's impending doom,
How I can keep living
Doing what I'm doing.