Askew was the Glass
But I saw my legs in the air
The bartender put the glass right in my hand.
I faced a wall, full of light bulbs
But I was flat on the floor with my face up.
The bartender helped me to my feet.
The earth was trembling
But I was only looking from the inside of my glass.
The bartender served me with a refill.
The floor tiles moved
But I was being taken out.
Bartender did not say a word, where to
Dad and brothers looked strange
But I was in the wrong house.
I begged the inmates to take me home.
Everything was going somewhere,
I see all white suits and hear rap music
But I was in an ambulance.
The driver asked me not to move
The cop said, let them do their job first...
(Note: Adapted from an email forward.)