Affliction Habit

Am I swimming in a dirty pool 
Of addiction machines and habitual 
Latrines? Foul walls surround me with 
Sounds that numb my ears: shut-ins 
Carry more than the fare shared with 
A taxi driver who didn't take you where 
You were going, but then you got to
Wherever that was and you went again 
Think about choices, you suggest? 
I say, fuck you. My decision doesn't 
Come from my mind, I am just going 
By feel.