Works Better When Plugged | final version

I can't manage with it completely
Though power was with me so neatly
I tried at least hundred times myself
Fumbling,fumbling behind the bookshelf
For a real man life does not suck
But while this fumbling my hand got stuck
Now I lie on the carpet - stable
Making no move now I am able
My dreadful dog licks my bare heels
As if they were chicken broth meals
Seems to me I am a dead body
My dog takes me for a soup shoddy
My hair is in balls so well curled
And the wall with scorched hair's swirled
Now when I think it over I guess
With my health it was better, oh yes
Now I am a weak man I fear
I canot move an inch from here
Better for me when I am plugged
Not to AC but to wife(and hugged)