Oh Fatal Pleasures!

I walk in to see you on the table
Lying drunk and high, you are unstable.
Writhing in harsh agony I will see
The type of person you want to be.
The words dribble off a lax, stained chin
You ask if a party will soon begin.
You have pushed your own self-destruct button
Drooling on the floor, a failing glutton.
Words cannot describe my utter loathing
My complete abhorrence for your wantings.