Callously - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

Callously, cluelessly crawl into bed
Visions of sugar plums dance in my head
Remnants of booze swizzle 'round in my mind
Hope for sobriety's been left far behind
Fermented grains leads to fragmented brains
Muddled ideas are all that remains
Often persuaded by sweet-scented smells
Imbibing our way to hangover hell
The bed seems to spin like a top never-ending
Drinking has resulted in daily mind-bending
Head-pounding misery soon will appear
Guess it means that it's time for a beer