Addiction the playful boomerang

There are alot of wobbly addictions
Ones that will turn you blue and clumsy
That will swell your gob and numb you
Funny the addictions you pretend not to have

The bag of feelings you've packed away for the long term
That keep falling out of the cupboard each time you slip up
There are alot of sobby fictions that come out of a few sad facts
Not glancing at the bounty but analysing the lack

There's a family of drugs many pop smoke and inject
Then to rationalize we deny, regress, refuse then project
Until you are blue and clumsy in the mouth
Others remain unconvinced in accomodating your vices

There are a few addictions some of them with sharp edges and rusty buckets
To drain your patience and your compassion
While you stare into it's illusions satisfied by it's short abrasive effect
A thousand such vices wait to shorten your time on earth

Don't claim there was never any warning
You programed yourself to ignore it
procuring scapegoats and other drugs
like a gambler and his bad luck