I broke up..with my coffee cup (and so 8 days later...)

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