THE CAKE IS A LIE

Sleeping alone is for octopi.

I want
You and I
YOU

Or else

I should go to the bottom of the sea
Live free
With the other cephalopods.
Letting their heads direct their feet
Over the ocean floor
Before they can stop and think
What good is it for?

Driven by impulse
And sleeping alone

Or else

I let my impulse drive me
And sleep with whiskey instead.
Bottles filling my bed.
Intoxicant driving my head.
Instead of my feet
Like the cephs under the sea

Why get somewhere
When I can stay here
And fill my bed
With whiskey instead?