Vice and Stimulants

Petrol stained pavements merge with breakfast scent,
focus the television stare,
where panic attacks scream
life's memories into cold air,
blanket clouds are beaten with pure torment,
open another dream.

Cream coloured
nightmares spiral
through destiny's wide beauty.

Free the spirit with dark vicious intent
as society's lack of care
dares the wild social theme
to spit humanity's skin rare-
roll up to the garden party and vent,
bathe in anger's fat stream.

Steam honoured
guests gulp viral
infections with perfect glee.

See another day inside paradise,
vice and stimulants are naughty but nice.