Embracing my addictions
Turning into the skid
Succumbing to inhibitions
Nowhere to hide from this kid.
Bored from constant repetition.
As I’m pulling another one up
A mild order of salutation
Looking for answers at the bottom of the cup.
Why do I continue to hang out with Mary?
She’s constantly asking for more.
Being without her can be scary
Withdrawal symptoms grinding at the core
Pick your poison
Pick your vice
Everything good
Comes at a price
Let’s address our addictions
Or at least transfer the weight
“I’ll quit tomorrow.
It will be a clean slate.”
Being without her is easy
Being with her is fun
Abolition makes me queasy
Coming back from a dry run.
That plug came through!
We’re going out Friday night
Any decision I choose,
It will be tight.
If I had to choose being alone,
Or being with her
Sobriety she will condone
But that other option is pure.
Listing all the reasons
I shouldn’t do it again
Daily, monthly, through the seasons
This room feels like the pen.
Options are a plenty
Options can be the vice
Despite my sovereignty
Choosing nothing will suffice.
Why are the biggest fights when we are alone?
Just me, and an inanimate object.
As if I’m arguing with my clone.
So similar to me, doubtful to object.
The absence of thought is believed by many
Too many thoughts a concern to others.
Parallel thoughts seem uncanny
Commiserating with brothers.
We are all battling vices
For which we will never win.
Variety and all those spices
Will only present a different sin.
I thought I had control
Believing only in the power of me
But as I got weaker from personal vitriol
And persistent agamy.
I lost control of the body.
I treated my clone poorly
Too busy pleasing everybody
Too many organs feeling sorely
Life is suffering.
But does it have to be?
I have an idea that’s enlightening
I’ll just spark another tree.
Leave the pain for tomorrow
Or a few hours from now.
Why waste my time in sorrow?
Oh, that’s right…I’m fallow.
It will just take a bit of nurturing
To rise like the phoenix.
Internal and external pressuring
And avoiding the wrong antics.
I could say that
I could say this
I could be lying to myself
I could be utterly selfish.
It’s only an addiction
If you don’t love it.
Most call it affection
She is still my favorite.
She never truly goes away
Memories of greatness
Are reminders day after day.
We can’t travel without baggage
We are a result of what we have done.
Accept who we are. Enjoy your plus one.
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