Styrene Buddha

I’m chasing some idea, within this idea Swimming pools of diarrhea Insulted by thought, that isn’t my thought Temporarily happy from something I bought Praising a system Embraced policy Rephrasing wisdom Edited fallacy If I am the joke, I don’t seem to get it On the inside I’m broke and will probably regret it I suppose I’ll have to wait and see This doesn’t feel like comedy I’m thrilled by sights I can’t unsee Nihilistic from magnitudes smaller than me Somehow the kitchen is part of my soul The things in the closet have taken their toll