You Look at Me Beacuse You Can't look at Yourself

Paranoia sets in and drinks a beer,
produces a buzz,
enough to kill sobriety.
That’s all it takes is one,
to set the coaster looping.
Spinning in and out,
up and down,
through worm holes,
and tunnels of hidden moles.
Drunkard, like the man on the comedy quiz,
add it quick before it drifts away.
into something else.
Another space,
creased back in a book of bargains.
The penny saver only provokes me to spend.
Glycerin and tongue spray keep things clean.
Drip dry like salad dressing
Hungry and crisp,
like a hundred dollar bill.
Spend me quick,
before I too dissolve.
Needles to say,
more will come.
But not in the flow,
with supported income.
Friends are enemies,
they know to much already.
Cut ties,
they enjoy your suffering.
This brings me to reality,
shown contraband,
of your own miserable existence.
We all stay tuned to watch.
I am hopeless in the wallowing,
The style of the enemy,
we emerge from the shallow puddle of vanity.