I caught myself escaping my own body
Discreetly, between stale tube shows and pee trips
My vigor equally split in half
Each side gunning for a hostile takeover
While a confused crowd watched from the sidelines
It was supposed to be an eye-opener
(Literally and figuratively)
But that malevolent cup fostered an ailing affair
Arrested, addictive jabs against the prisoner of my chest
(Literally and figuratively)
Obviously I’m not much for metaphors
And karma in my book is an obsolete gag
But my fears are as palpable as my cold sweat
Biding, prowling
As I steal away into the night
I broke up..with my coffee cup (and so 8 days later...)
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