I'm trash now but I feel fine.

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My life is a Joe Rogan podcast;
I showboat and bombast.
Trip until I'm godsmacked like totems on the tarmac.
if I said it just forget it then, pathetic with prophetic sense.
Eclectic mesh of fire memes and self prescribed medicines.
Hung to dry degenerate.
Mopey guy excrement.
Opening my eyes to things encoded in the skies...
And knowing that it's lies.
Poking fun at times because it's coping in disguise.
Plagued by inertia like the loading screen of life.
Stayed the same styled person that I've forcibly denied.
What's a mile high excursion when the earth beneath provides?