Head spinning, eyes falling, out of my mind, calling.
Crawling, figures dancing all around my room.
Voice wailing, mind stalling, so tired of, bawling.
Displume, we'll see who blooms in this gloom.
Ears ringing, noise appalling, it all seems so, galling.
Perfume, might as well inhume the groom.
Scent enthralling, memories recalling, how I long for a large beveling.
Subsume, learn from them and don your costume.
Stuff to cancel, let's liberate, because it's all fordoom.
I think you would agree, I presume.