death fart

What is the lifespan of a deadpan indulgent
Hidden among hoodrats & hippies with cool tats
I was wayfarer before the empty bags under my eyes
Began to sag, if they droop any lower I’ll tie off my arm with piano wire
And fire up a cheap thrill, it cost me so much and was only getting cheaper still
 I deal in divestment hoping the damage will make me a stronger dyslexic  
But still I manage myself with the same old treatment, self medicated O’swtJesus
What did you feed him?
Nothing he didn't need
Or receive in glee
Hand me back my filthy Gatorade bottle
Because this fungus is getting too hard to swallow
A chronic day dreamer  
Anti nostalgic in a fever
Home sickly but I can’t leave here
Life is one constant seizure
It’s ironic that with all this escapism
I’m so content in my cold dark prison  
My dreamscape has collided with my scope &
Left a crater wide enough to dam(n) my hope-in
If the water turns out cancerous
I’ll have to find a gun to elope with
And try to turn the handle & pistol whip
Myself? I fine, I’m coping, my health?
Let’s not open that lid, in fact keep the jar on the shelf
I’m not going to shit myself yet but my farts are beginning to smell like death