BA7 LPC

Addiction Is Human

Sugar comes like Co***ne, sometimes
Electric two-hour binge, then
Anxious water-swill mixed bitter limes
Sugar-free next three months — start again
So Addiction could never, be
‘Object of incessant desire,
Rather, that ‘switch’ inside me
Ignites sear-ious, mental brain-fire
Sourced triggers can’t make us depraved
Like excitement, ‘…fuels urge f’u sweetie….’
Sat in Hell’s room, full of item craved
“Mate, you don’t fu'kin want any!!!!”
‘Know myself’ has different meaning
Psychic characteristics play
Blows The Real through fake, recurrent screens
Dopamine clicks funny tricks, on your way
Sickness decide to take me, now
Go’nna need Butt plugs, very soon
Dizzy ass! Shakes make everything slow
Unstable, black-outs and sweats, face dr. Doom
Fool wake up, an absolute mess
Nutton big, hyped glucose level
“Sen y’u cl’aat go a’ church, confess
Or people goin’ t’ink y’u foster Evil.

They get to a level of affluence and self-praise, those fools start steering the world and inventing history, having made a new god, themselves; forgetting God made them.
‘Bind it, and cover it with rocks, until The Day Of Judgment, when it will be cast into The Pit Of Sulphur,’ Father God instructed the angel.