Поток сознания пополам с потоком соплей

I ask if I could stay as I have no place to go
He says No you cannot stay and you know it, I told you why
That's what my boyfriend is and I have to drive
Weeping and coughing and driving in circles

So I call the Boatswain in self humiliation and ask him
Do you need a lift to your place, I have no other things to do at 1 a.m. CET
But the Boatswain says No and I get that he's with his chick
Probably sailing under her grand warm tits

(He'd surely tell her that it was his mom,
The old lady is an ex-ballet dancer that scares the shit out of his redheaded scum)

So I text my cousin but she doesn't reply
She's a policewoman and has to go to her office 5/2 weekly
She must be sleeping so I start the engine and drive
In circles, still coughing and sobbing and weeping

( I also asked the Colonel by the way but he abstained
From any answers in truly diplomatic manner typical for dead men)

And I hate going home and I'm scared to go far
And I think that I too must get some sleeping
Thanks Genesis I still got my devoted car
To drive in circles, to sob and to weep in