Utilitarian

There is a body of knowledge that is only revealed through poisonous choices.
An awareness that grows from familiarity with disregard to human frailty.
These toxic interests bare revelations of great usefulness.
But markedly stamp their time by pulling the bookends in.
It takes the age of getting used to something to notice slight differences.
To feel the cotton shrink when the heat reaches it.
I wear garments till the are threadbare.
I wear shoes till only the soul remains.
You must have gotten close enough to know that I will smoke you to the filter as well.