Charged by the second

Welcome! My dear fiend  
hope all is well for you  
how are you coping now?  
Are you getting used to  
seeing the underside of everything?  
How about the disorganized bedlam  
and the box of pills by the bed lamp  
and the colossal egotism  
of your own self did you realize?  
Very well then! Signs of progress!  
So living this life can you correlate to
a phantom remora of shadowy phantasms?  
or see the ever-changing ink blot patterns  
on an obliterated sky? My friend?  
Outstanding! And have you noticed  
anything new about your appearance?  
What! The smug self righteous glow!  
Superlative! On your way to speedy recovery  
with no signs of digression of any sorts
Thank you for the time Mister
You may leave and rust in peace  
and if the idea of oblivion fascinates you,  
then there is news for you dear friend!  
You are just as invisible as anyone  
in the deepest recess of the realm,  
in your transient e-bayed happiness  
and permanent self-sustained vacuum  
So I will see you next time
But of course, we would reenact  
the relapse of Stockholm syndrome  
post a vigorous psychic rape  
Thank you! Will do!
Yes at the counter
you can pay by plastic to the raconteur.