Oxycontinmoron

Im an Oxycontinmoron - the living dead.
On an irregular pattern of shooting myself down
to get ahead.
Attach it to a body, I just suppose,
juxtaposed way of living such a serious joke.
Rivers run dry and we plead for whats clear..
as mud
so erratic and socratic, I left the irony on
with a thud.
Rolled out of bed this morning
the acid soothed my tongue tip,
nothing ever as contradictory as
letting stable times slip.