My brain aches!
Dehydration! I curse you!
I would spit on you if I had spittle to be spat!
Pulsing, pounding, forget me not of grey material decay!
Trix are for kids, meatloaf!
Perifreal vision--
I'm dizzy! Fall now, talk later.
Emo, Elmo, tickle my pickle!
Cloud gazing-- rabbit season, the lot of them!
The fools, hoarding thier magical mystery bonnets,
When it is I, *I*, who am the lord of the dance!
I'm hungry.
I shut the fridge but does the light go off?
Atrium!

(Note: I actually had a headache during this poem, but I think the writing scared it away.)