Courtesy Flushing My Brains Out

My brain is like a trendy
low flow toilet
it's gonna take a couple
of flushes to get this
bullshit down.

No shoulder to cry on
so I flood my soul,
a deluge of self loathing
and regret knock around
on the inside, on the outside
I smile, laugh and tell the
wittiest of jokes.
Survival of the quickest.
Nobody likes a dim flickering light.

Pavlov's bird sings a song
and I become a creature of habit
sinking slowly into myself.