Don't Blame Cheetos

From the arms of one's hypochondria  
hyperventilating strange little emotes  
playing shotgun with hope on a rope  
a sound of a wooden pencil breaking  
dark's pneumonia locked in a closet  
googling one thing and it says another  
watching a rainbow sink in a puddle  
drowning when you could have had a V8  
cheating at solitaire in your blame game    
eating Cheetos staining fingers orange
they aren't your puffy nicotine cigarette