Calgone de Incubus

On my way home, police car pulled me over.
after they left, i puttered out of gas.
triple-a' came, but my card was expired
i had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
i tried to get some shut-eye, then i was abducted
they put cold things in my butt.
they sampled a bit of my
they left me on top of my sheets,
i dreamt i went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
this day sucked the hardest
i woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
a little bit less than nothing would go my way.
i got up to toss my soiled sheets,
the hallway was dark and i stubbed my big toe.
it was then that i sensed the irony (burning me),
then i heard the voice say,
"come sail aboard nepenthe"
i suppose i'm to blame for getting pulled over.
i guess i'm the culprit for running out of gas.
let's assume i'm the guy who didn't pay his 'triple-a' fee.
in actuality, i let the zetas probe me.
yesterday was all my fault.
i let negativity get the better of me.
thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds
they temporarily set free this quandary