DRUNK SONNET 56

IF I AM NOT A HEART ATTACK
THEN I AM A SHARK ATTACK
I JUST BIT SOME LEG OFF
OF I DON'T KNOW WHAT

I LIVE MY LIFE LIKE I EAT MY BURRITOS
WITHOUT REMORSE, WITH HEART, LIKE A SHARK
ATTACKING A BUILDING IN THE SKY OF THE OCEAN
THE ONE THAT EXISTS FOR MOMENTS LIKE THESE

WHERE THE SPINNING IS NOT DISEASE
WHERE THE CHAMBERS OF THE HEART
ARE ALL FILLED WITH N64 CONSOLES

AND MY VEINS ARE THE N64 GAMING SYSTEM
I CANNOT BE CONSOLED RIGHT NOW
I AM IN GOLDENEYE. I CARRY THE GOLDEN GUN