Hopelessness is my second home
You are an elaborate coil of smoke,
Singed from my theoretical cigar.
My favorite hench wench, back on the bill
Of the mentally unstable.
When in Rome we do as the Romans,
When at home we live in a box.
(No time to question authority,
With scumbags like sanity on the loose.)
In fantasy, you are a fashionista,
Spouting diamonds from every orifice.
In reality; a starving artist,
Walking hand in hand with Adrenochrome.
Though you're about as d i s c o n n e c t e d as my phone line,
You're the Mecca of my world.
The best place in the universe-
Wherever we may be.
MORAL: Ambitionless people are more fun.