Poetry.Wasting My LifeWasting my life in the gleaming snowaka cocaine. Did you realize the human bodyhas got over seven miles of braided thoughts?Under this girdle of fat I'm wasting away, in a sweater, eating from a bucket.In fat I see myself distilledmore honestly than in my face.It stuffs me full of non-predestined life.Pain: where do you come from?I feel you, because I'm emotional. And I feel youagain, because I'm remotional.