Trying To Get To Cleanse

It has been a while since I've seen a smile
asceticism   to clear out bile 
Now all the while  I sit and wile,
 the hours     away cause I'm all about  play.
lemonade  maple and pepper
to rinse away the sins of my wasteful existence
Of eating **** and getting tan; of  missing school and   having senseless   intercourse.   .
I stopped calling friends I stopped eating food.
I only drink syrup, lemons and fire.
I start to meditate when the day starts I can't wait; but how long will it last with out bowel movements;  am  I really human?
	 I'm on day 5 and having nightmares after surprisingly  mild  hunger pains; I'm tearing open my chest  for an alien to bed down with straw in my empty intestinal track.
I start to eat again too soon, call back up my *****y girlfriend, and quickly gain 20 pounds of      fat.
Now I'm a realist no longer conscious; I threw out my resume, I gave up on cosmology.
I don't  go outside, I envy the man who dies; I'll never try again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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