Ok, so I made some massive changes to the blog, dudes

So, aesthetically speaking, my blog is radically different now. How do you chaps like it? I promise that last poem had all the words on the line, but the format I had would not allow lines of such length. Naturally, I tried tweaking it and went overboard and now here I am with a whole new face. But don't worry, because I have a whole new poem to go with my whole new face.

Don't Wobble on Account of me, Bucko

By: David Mathis

I can see you there, staggering.
You're butting your head against that window, but it isn't going nowhere.

You're swaying, but it isn't to any beat I can hear, and let me tell you:
That beat sure is a strong one. I think maybe you're a bit off on your sway.

I would try to wrangle that Heineken bottle out of your hand, except

you haven't finished it yet and I don't want you to snap my neck in two.

No that I think you have the motor skills to snap anything at the moment.

I just don't like taking chances with nobody is all. Still, though, that is the booth.

The DJ probably doesn't appreciate a zombie trying to headbutt through glass.

Not that you're banging your head hard, but still. Has to be annoying.
Assuming he can even hear it all with that sound system pumping.

It's time to wrap up, and you have some stairs to use yet. I predict a trip;

I'll call a cab for you when you leave and maybe you'll make it to your home.