Self Absorbed Bullshit Artist

I smoke cigars

Like, a lot

And somehow I have accepted

This farcical

Going-through-the-motions

Imitation cheese existence

Of some

Half-alive automaton

That has learned to wear fake smiles

And hide in the fringes

Of disconnect

And honestly I hate it

Like, a lot

(I don’t want pity or support or any of that. I just wanted to bleed this goddamned feeling out a bit to ease the fucking pressure.)