Jumping koalas of Oz

If I dont escape this mediocrity, or find a change so drastic it'll flip
things 180, then I'm afraid I'll become one of them. One of them puddle shallow,
junk food worthy, slow witted fiends I often see on the streets. I neeed to
breathe. Because I be slipping into this gripless mudpit that holds no end. A
mudpit that smells of everyone because everyone probably has already gone in. I
dont like that smell. Throw me a rope.