i find myself chain-smoking like a *****
anxiety boiling my stomach inhibition-free
**** expectations falling empathetically at my feet
trees coated in creations of misapprehension and misery
and a phone call away from contentedness

i won't put down the **** drugs
i'm not taking the ******* meds
i won't pass the test, make the grade, make 'em proud
i won't embrace the icy clamor of my tongue
and i'd sooner break my fingers than dial his digits