I eat to drink and breathe to smoke.
I disregard the papers and the stairs.
Being a grown up is a joke.

I let morning soak.
For breakfast, I’ve my nightmares.
I eat to drink and breathe to smoke.

What’s a watch, but a wrist to choke?
Plus, nowhere’s worth the transportation fares.
Being a grown up is a joke.

I keep lovely things to stroke;
But no paste, no sheet, no grocery shares.
I eat to drink and breathe to smoke.

No “wait,” no “hurry,” no guilty poke
When I’m lackadaisical with my affairs.
Being a grown up is a joke.

I’ve not stopped shaking since last we spoke…
As if misery only came in pairs.
I eat to drink and breathe to smoke.
Being a grown up is a joke.