Death by Play

It’s all glassed eyes
Giggling or crying
Grasping at straws these days

I try and try
Can’t deny I’m drowning
Slowly in several different ways

Indulgence, sobriety
Delusions of piety
Nothing much more left to say

Asking why, whining
Reaching, pining away
For something I can’t call by name

I’m lacking a reason to get through the day

Drinking is boring me

Smoking is killing me

Who looks for work when there’s death by play?

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