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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