Blissful Idiocy

They live in packs
Come out at night
And waste away
Their short sweet lives
With booze and drugs
And mindless things
That do no good
But they know that
In blissful idiocy.

Posing for a selfie.
Downing a Jager bomb.
Shirts being torn off.
Puking in the toilets.
Rinse and repeat.

No common sense
Does fill the void
Between their heads
They can't be swayed
From chugging this
And downing that
And they must learn
There is no cure
For blissful idiocy.

Overhyped Facebook photos.
Drinking from two bottles.
Loud music bursting eardrums.
Stumbling and passing out.
Rinse and repeat.

Another night
With no job done
And nothing shown
But pain, anger
And tragedy
With a side of
Shameful actions
All because of
Blissful idiocy.

Obscene drawings on faces.
Staggering back home.
Crawling up the stairs to bed.
Blackouts and killer headaches.
Rinse and repeat.

Their stubbornness
It knows no bounds,
Next night the same
As last, as well
As all of them
To come from now
They do not care
They're worse for wear
There's no escape
From blissful idiocy.