Miasma - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

Just an endless miasma of coke and viagra
And living so medicated that life seems so predicated
On health care and wealth care
And coming unhinged at the site of a syringe
I'm too old too worry 'bout eyebrows so furry
And too old too care about ears filled with hair
My posture is awful and my lungs are just coughful
My middle age spread and the ache in my head
Leaves me wanting more pills and the need to fulfill
I'm in search of a cure that I know will insure
Inner peace and mobility and mental stability