Uninspired

My main struggle at the moment is the urge to vomit
That the water in the bottle is caustic poison
Or that I’m surrounded by more plastic than Wallace and Gromit
Maybe it’s that my cerebral cortex is poised in
A position that promotes mental dereliction
My cerebellum is stuck in stick-shift
I missed it, tried to fix it, rhymed it
With it, and forgot that doesn’t constitute wit
And all around the world it’s the same song
So I guess you should comprehend why I hit this bong
Like it’s an unwanted child, why I pull an Oscar Wilde
Gazing at the stars from a gutter of my filth
The proximity to marijuana seeds had me feeling
Like there wasn’t more to life than inhaling green
Every breath I took, came with a sting
Turn the radio on, hear the police
Not the kind to make a THC blood-stream freeze
But the ones to put a clouded mind at ease
The fridge brilliance portrays an Oliver Twist
Begging me, can I have another
And hey man, you kinda look like your brother
But If everyone in the world is a brother, then see
There’s plenty of fish in the sea that look a lot like me
Wouldn’t be a moral dilemma if I wasn’t a fiend
Soul of Fidel-sized revolutionaries at the age of seventeen
Some people dream and scheme to sit up on the block and lean
That’s not for me, I’m feeling grander
Haven’t mentally shampooed for days, I’m feeling dander
And I’m not Drake, won’t read off of a blackberry
Only reason is because my Mac’s too large to carry
Brush the dust off, I’m back on the saddle
But I’m still hiding in my shell in fear of battle
Liver’s poisoned from a bath-tub of cheap swill
Realistically, at the moment, I’m dazed
There’s a plume of smoke, and my mental crops are razed
Metaphorical way to say he got blazed
I’ll keep the tongue stoic, the verbal blade staid
This life was made for me, I have it extremely well
I live comfortably, without intent to sell
So why make poetry, without the inner demons
Because the skeleton’s there, result of cursed semen
Anger in suburbia, label me vehement
Not at opportunities lost, they’re all around me
But because some don’t respect the chillosophy
Disappointment like a plate of wet bologna
Curtains close and the dream fades slowly