Spiriling Poem by Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

I'm shopping for things I don't need,
with money I don't have.
To impress a broken society,
so my life may have some sort of value.

Playing games for pseudo achievements,
posting on social media for fake attention.
Calling on people to fix my minor needs,
so my life may have some sort of purpose.

Eating food that tastes good, but is bad for me,
drinking drinks that taste good, but rot me.
Swallowing drugs that taste horrible, but sedate me,
so my life may be somewhat bareable.

All in all, I am my own worst enemy.
No way forward or backwards. Just side stepping.
Jumping from meaningless chores to even more meaningless opportunities,
So my life may not be as much of a waste, as I feel it is.

Give me purpose, give me work.