Rescuing Me From Boredom

If I awakened drenched in sweat on a cold morning Shivering paralyzing cursing knowing I'm dying Would you step barefoot on the cold dark concrete floor Looking for an exit from a sleazy back door? If I snapped out of dozing off at my boring job Cussing blurting shrieking in a momentous sob Would you tippy-toe to my boss's cavernous hole Addressing her highness with kindness selling your soul? If halfway through the course of my afternoon delight Flickering shuttering embracing darkest of sight Would you race to the virginity of the light Believing you weren't the stingiest in your fight? If awakening from evening of the reckoning Hallucinating resurrecting recuperating Would you hug the iconic Timothy Leary Trusting doctoring enabling humanity?