I think of Pacman
Gobbling dots back then
Did his obsession
Lessen I question
Does he still dot dance?
Tranquilizing trance
Munchies before brunch
Heed my heavy hunch
The dot dopamine
Methamphetamine
Doesn’t meet any needs
Sowing sinful seeds
Growing thorny vines
Chasing ghosts and kind
Tearing into flesh
Ensnaring, bleed fresh
Yellow Pacman red
Torn, worn, weary, bled
Sunny, supple skin
Sordid, sagging, thin
Weary, worn, wince when
Addiction saddled
Addition addled
It’s not adding up
An addict’s sum’s up
There is no safe space
For one in the chase
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