My pernanent state of altered consciousness

Some people seem surprised when I tell them Lisa's Lament was written without any mind-altering chemicals, whatsoever.  (Well, maybe a little too much caffeine.)   Judge for yourself. :)

Lisa's Lament

So,

You woke up this morn with a hole in your head;

A bedpan was under your hips

A bouquet of I.V.’s was stuck in each vein

As slobber poured forth from your lips

You haven’t a clue how you got in this place;

Of your mind, you’ve long been bereft

Your name, once familiar, escapes you right now,

But take heart; we’ll work with what’s left

You say you were drinking some tea in L.A.;

That’s odd, ‘cuz they found you up here,

Wand’ring the tundra with nary a coat,

We’ll sort it all out, don’t you fear

You say you remember a jazz band that irked you,

And a purse of unusual skin,

And an odd little key made of brass, with a stamp

You found lying somewhere within

There there, little lady, you’ve had a rough day,

Don’t worry yourself so with that sighing

That bone-chilling feeling you’ve had all month long

Is just from those drugs we’ve been trying

So work with us child; we know what we’re doing

We’re physicians, of that be assured

If there’s anything left in the gourd on your shoulders

We’ll find it, and you will be cured

Or not.