Drunk.

My life is just one big drunken mistake.

Intoxicated by television screens,

propaganda machines.

Instant microwaveable meals. Health junk,

and hot pockets of make believe miracle diets.

Intuition reminding me wisely to avoid smug smiles

and eyes filled with warm lies.

I choose to hide behind and try to smize all the bad thoughts away,

behind broken spirits, cold as ice.

So how about you pour me a glass, over ice to revive my soul… bring back my spirit?

A cup filled with straight teeth, and perfect skin.

Handle thin and delicate.

Snap.

There goes reality.

But it's okay this cup is glass, it’ll let you half ass

what you see, aided and warped all at once.

Like a prescription that's just a little too strong.

Making it all together wrong.

So how about we stand up, and rinse this out.

Rinse out our systems of all this toxic advertisement,

this real world religion, this inconspicuous raisin of natural earth,

that once was a grape, plump and ripe for the picking…

But that's okay right? Grapes were grown to be made into raisins?

To have man touch them, and make them, break them into a new product…

Wrong? What news feed fed you that load of nutritional facts?

What article voted it best? Or told you it was our humanly quest…

to digest this world we were given to raise and to raid it instead.

Who said it best?

I'm living my life in a drunk state.

Soberly somberly forgetting my place.