Your behaviour has no flavour;
Only spurious temerity.
Your false strength helps you ride this length,
While your detriment is left with me.
Riding away from your troubles,
And away from your strife,
Leaving behind your woes,
But abandoning your life.
My stomach now sick with your city fumes,
You’ve silently emitted and filled these rooms,
For your so called friends;
Perpetuating confidence in excess,
To blindly inhale,
Until their last breath.