LJ1

In an effort to combat some random depression
I resort to feeding my personal obsession
In boredom I try to buy myself fun
Spanking cash on good cheese and way too much gin

Now slightly the worse, watching MTV
Bikini clad hotties, are always good to see
My brain is now working, but not in a way
That's likely to make this a worthwhile day

I force out some rhymes, to fire up the neurons
While looking at reality, like I'm some kind of alien
Dividing my life between wants and needs
I'm alarmed at the truth my analysis reveals

The things that I want, no god could achieve
And the things that I need are petty indeed
While I rail every day against this banality
I fear that it's just I can't cope with sobriety