My hats to dip in mercury.

We live in memories and we dip our hats.

We turn our nse from vapors

to avoid dementia,

yet we breath our mercury.

Smile

Without hats on.

Laugh and smoke and we dip our hats.

The mercury is whisky, or dope, pills, or sex,

bleeding, screas, surgery,

sedate yers with forced smiles and dreams of rape.

We dip our fine hats and flood our eyes with mercury.

We dip hats, and whip our lives away,

mad

in the greatest way.