No sleep not even a snooze

 Hate life or hate self how can I choose
Got the blocked nose blues
Helpless compelled to use
Practice by tying me laces noosed
Life's too ordinary I need a boost
A henpecked herald in a greasy roost,
Gawk as the blood dimmed tide is loosed,
The cheapest cans and rollie twos,
Grin on me face but I ain't amused.

Rising above yourself can be hell,
Wrinkle nose real life distains me smell,
Afraid cause I crave that funeral knell,
Might need help but I'll never tell.
Best laid plans slip from hands,
Try ignoring the grams,
Just enjoy your life bland,
When chopping lines there's no line in the sand.

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