When lose-lose feels so sordidly satisfying
To forget the draw of win-win
What is actually leading the life-defying?
Will I ever see life like a child again?

Ask questions to quell having to champion
Swim in chemical lobotomies
Either escaped in blissful oblivion
Or dismayed by moral dichotomies

There’s kindness in self-sabotage
Buried beneath the frailty and fear
From what does one need camouflaged?
Must be the disaster made impossibly clear

Redundant repetitions
Rifling through nonsensical noise
Abundant premonitions
Stifling true, consensual joys

Fake answers to avoid appearing daft
Stay asleep to be unconsciously wise
Either awake to the clever corporate craft
Or out-cold to the endlessly dire cries

There’s mercy amidst self-sabotage
Stowed-away among the illness and dread
From what must I be camouflaged?
Should be the lie so eloquently said

Devilish dualities
Arisen from bacterial impetus
Demolish brutalities
Imprison magisterial duplicitous

Play the part of the played
Have patience in performance
Either unknowingly or staged
Become one of the connivance

There’s strategy in self-sabotage
A coup d’état of control and love
From myself need I be camouflaged?
If it's latent evil I’m truly made of