Man of Many Visions

Here's the thing.

I'm in the Philadelphia airport.

Somebody has smeared shit

all over the stall where I'm pissing.

Real class.

My piss is gold and smells like Bushmills.

I am finally whole.

I am finally strong.

I am a man of many visions.

I am a man of many visions 

you don't want to know about.

No matter what you think.

No matter what you say or try,

it won't work out the way it was planned.

It's okay, though,

most of the time.