Dumb rhyme redux

I smoke and drink and ply and think

and work and play every day

this life is a messed up interstate ride

over and over I’ve died and died

I run and read and trip and bleed

I surf and slave and try to behave

But I can’t I won’t I hate to be told

What to be like to fit the  set  mold

I’m my own judge, I’m my own jury

I snap at the leash in a fit of fury