Fragrance auto-flagellation,
Autumnal self-actualisation,
Status over-obsession.
The ever-so-constant fixation.

Never truly in control,
Always backseating the direction.

Never learning,
Rabbit-holing,

I swear sir,
This is just me at my worst.

Time to consult,
Before it consumes
The little sanity I have left,
Yes, but… at the same time, I jest…

Because if we're taken our toys away,
And told to applaud all the way.
Then, maybe it's all deserved,
And we have to change our clothes again.

They're rank anyway…

Fragrance auto-flagellation,
Autumnal self-actualisation,
Status over-obsession.
The ever-so-constant fixation.

I swear sir,
I'm being honest

I need a little lie down.