Most of the "ideas" you write down when your drunk (or baked, not that I would know, yeah) aren't so cool the next day.
Read "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Sam Coleridge and then read the lyrics of the Iron Maiden song of the same title. The song makes sense and the poem is like "what, who? Albatros? Boat with no women? Eeeew."
Probably because the song was thought out and the poem was written while "On the influence of Drugs, ladies and gentlemen."
