IN a drunken stooper
(I've come to notice)
Elixirs and Mixers
That liven my soul
And blacken my liver

Create a forcefield
(Of magnetic proportion)
Round my head

It (my head that is)
Attracts inanimate objects
Brick walls and low beams
Beware!

But one race seeks revenge
Pole.

Stumble down streets
Intoxicated (sometimes straight)
Lamps, signs, meters
Jump out
Poor magnetic head -- helpless

Friends and family warn --
         ''Pole!''

Always--

Two seconds too late.