Looking down on a penguin,
But it is me.
Wow.
That is eerie.
A vase is on its head,
But it is my head.
Now I’m really confused.
Bullets are whizzing by,
But no one is here, save the penguin.
Um, I mean I’m the only one here.
Running away. Well, waddling, if you’re going for accuracy
I fall the vase shatters,
The light enters.
Goodbye, Bill.