Drooling, drunk gluttonous indulgences.

Drinking poison, they drown in their pleasure.

Ravaging what little self-respect they held.

Perverse anger riddled with madness emanate from them,

Materializing in anyone’s eyes who is not indulging themselves.

They are running from the horror of the world, only to illustrate it.

In their flight from the injustice of the many,

They in turn deal injustice upon themselves.

Whilst they may have once been an honorable,

Now they are no more than the cur begging for food.

“Please, just one more drink, one more hit…please just one more.”

Smiling sightless faces stare from dead eyes,

Allowing anyone who looks to see the empty soul within.

Their lack of purpose evidenced within their shallow gaze.

Underneath the façade of stoicism or laughter,

There is a beast that dwells within only desiring pleasure.

I know of this beast, for it resides in me as well.

To keep him under lock and key is the only way to truly live,

He stops you from realizing your true potential,

And prefers you to decompose in indulgence.

With a full belly,

Your dreams and goals fade.

All effort is driven towards the numbing embrace of the poison.

Surrounded by other drunk sightless fools.

Who am I to judge that in which I gladly partake.

I am no God that deals in the judgment of the multitudes.

My opinions are worthless,

My ideals a weak grasp at individuality.

If gluttony provides the warmth for the soul,

Partake, drink, indulge and be joyous.

Do not heed an opinion that is diseased with self-righteousness.

• J.B. Andrews