Night Life

As I slumbered from my ragged cot and plundered to the john
Relieving mother nature’s call and slopped on shaving foam
Just seven times I cut myself, the blood ran o’er my chin
Now what the hell is going on, and what’s this mess I’m in

For once upon a time or two, to quote a favored tale
I used electric shaving gear, and drank imported beer
My dwelling was of luxury, my toilet was divine
Champagne to use as after shave, my mouthwash, aged wine

So how from one of wealthy means could come this hurried writ
To one who once could humor all, but now has lost the wit
From admiration glowing to the phase of meek detest
I dreamt last night you left me, and a nightmare did the rest