Lack of deepness

You say profound but through it
I see your worn plastic surfboard
the hidden mirror.
The drugs you take all so small but on the night so big.
See them put you places that the mind reserved for surfing.
See you put them in the cookie box.
There´s nothing left of your sweet mind.
Contemplating these sugar like ideas.
These lovely bunny neon signs
that´ll keep your image for less then a hundred hours.
Celebrity now icing coke.
You somehow profound?
Or just the snorter the backdoor hoard found
and put out with the glimm and glamm scatter.
Your lack of deepness, swimming...
means kneedeep aqua dim.