Another Bullshit Poem About Being A Piece Of Shit Drug Addict
I can't stand any of the things.
So I'll sit and pretend I'm listening
There's no pretending here
I'll not hear a fucking thing
The background noise of my own disgusting
Self deprecating, hatefully sincere
The repetition of the utterly insane
I've let myself become
Embodiment of the mundane
The very nature of habit fucking dumb
Habitat in continuation forgone again
And again, and again, and again succumb
To habituated disregard without restrain
Symptomatic of a diseases disease
Banality in my murders of self
Preservation is meaningless to my primate brain...
When my prime directive has lost all of its divinity
Upon my countenance where consciousness is stained
Where self awareness is aware of itself unwillingly
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