Wake up Henry

Henry you ornery, upon thee from Barcelona
Daytona or New York, ain’t no Red Bull winter
got a sled full of dreadful, but now full off bread
gone on a trip cause you tripped man
swerving in the lane came clipped
then flipped straight ripped
through metal as petals
from a flower
during late night hours
power lines live from the set
on deck inspectors check vital signs
had too much on your mind
you gonna be just fine
but that poor family just going out to dine
whine about the wine man
but now you doing time for your crime
pantomimes of their faces you see in places
serving in good graces never replaces the dead
stains don’t come out when painted in dark red