Crash, bump thump.

Swerve, crash, I hit a bump.
Throat hurts. I have a lump.
Breath smells like the dump.
I'm under the weather.

Rays shine through greasy fog.
Brain emerges from the bog.
Shouldn't have smoked the second log.
I must get things together.

My body crumpled in a pile.
Alarms' been buzzing for a while.
I slowly wake, and see her smile.
Things are looking brighter.

I make her coffee, then we dance.
I speak to her about romance.
She makes adjustments to my pants,
Which are getting tighter.

Yesteryear is in the past.
Now my life is moving fast.
Crows' nest atop the mast,
Claims that land is near.

Country of origin left behind,
Full of lepers, crippled and blind,
The New World looks mighty fine,
And the sailing skies are clear.

We row from port to sandy shore.
Harvesting grains and fruits galore.
Celebrate forever more.
My girl is pretty sweet.

From the mosh-pit to my heart,
We seek out places to make art.
Pierced my soul with cupid's dart,
My life is now complete.