Breakfast

I screw up just about everything.
Even if I don't think that I am...
I am
about to do something awful.
I blame lots of things for it. Booze. Stars.
This insatiable lust I have licking inside.
But it's none of those, really.
And it's not me either.
It's the goverment
that wants me to fail.
It's written all over my cereal boxes.
Govt. grain and sugar.