Slipshod Sonnet #11

I keep forgeting people have lives
When you keep sashaying away
I feel like hitting the Left Bank
With a vengeance worthy of Rambo
Thankfully I look horrid shirtless
So my vanity gets to remain intact
One more day at least is all I ask
The penthouse is the thirteenth floor
Superstition doesn't believe in me
The way it used to look with hair
Things get awful serene around here
My best day drunk my worst day sober
I keep forgetting people have to die
It is the order of things you know.