There Were 87 Advil In The Bottle Now There's 30 Left

I Ate 47 So What Happened To The Other 10?

Why Do You Suspiciously Change The Subject And Break My Concentration

As I Dump The Bottle Out And I Count The Advil Up Again?



Don't Interrupt Me As I Struggle To Complete This Thought

Have Some Respect For Someone More Forgetful Than Yourself



And I'm Not Done

And I Won't Be Till My Head Falls Off



Hitting Every Pocket On My Shirt, Pants And Overcoat

And I'm Hitting Them Again But I Don't Know Where I Put My Notes

Clearing My Throat, And Gripping The Lectern I Smile And Face My Audience

Clearing His Throat And Smiling With His Hands On The Bathroom Sink



And When I Lean My Head Against The Frosted Shower Stall

I See Stuff Through The Glass That I Don't Recognize At All



And I'm Not Done

And I Won't Be Till My Head Falls Off

Though It May Not Be A Long Way Off



I'm Not Done Talking Yet

I'm Not Done Talking Yet



And When I Lean My Head Against The Frosted Shower Stall

I See A Broken Figure Silhouetted On The Wall



And I'm Not Done

And I Won't Be Till My Head Falls Off

Though It May Not Be A Long Way Off

I Won't Be Done Until My Head Falls Off