whipped cream covered pity

i am sitting here clutching my bong, eating tomato paste and i'm on the verge of tears.
hippopotamus face, rhino waist and a hot air balloon home.
6 a.m. wake up call, last night's eyeliner prevails.
up before the sun still drunk, do i vomit or put on my shoes?

i am up and sprinting fast to nowhere. gotta go to work, gotta get running to somewhere. i am late to my real life and apathetic to the outcome. i am bored and anxious. the flowers make me rage. no matter where I sit i have the urge to roam. my heart in pieces i leave some wherever i go.

start the day start my life am i win or fail? is it even up to me? do you care?
i'll quietly drown myself in butter and self pity deep fry my soul and batter my words feed me to my lover.