I Don't Fathom

 I don't fathom where I am 

Neither where I came from 

nor where I am going 

I'd have been content, 

if I were imbibing a beer 

I don't have a beer 

But I got time, 

My muse ran away, 

with the woman who never loved me

She's happy somewhere 

I no longer long for her 

I long for a few beers, 

and, thereafter, a dreamless sleep