Traffic

Yeh - ok, lassitude lures, but attitude must prevail or death will become us [the prosaic, before the advent of paraphrasing - the primeval pool is our oyster?]

First impressions - however misleading:

S1
L3 "to get you past the hump" - I seem to recall 'the hump' equating with 'pissed offishness', or maybe it's that thing about making crises out of molluscs (?); anyway, I think it would read better as 'through' the hump [but hey, whatever gets you passed]
S2
L5 - my indiscriminating ear would prefer to hear 'and no-one passed the syrup', or 'and nobody passes the syrup'. That line commends itself [dear Jane], with an ambiguity that melts my glycoge; ego-centiricity either way, oscillating between bland selfishness, through coma, to self-indulgent triple-tera-everythingandsome.
S3
L1 - fluorine|gateau? Sardonic perhaps, but 'cake that coaxes' would suffice, I think (?)
L3 - did you consider 'marble(d) throats'?
L4 - this is pure slef-indulgence [my signature taste-deficit trait]; 'drowning/downer dripping dimorphs'.
S5
L2 - 'front to back' seems to be the prevailing direction of motion here, although that might interfere with the black/back device setting.
A pertinent aesthetic touch, the declination of lines from explosion to expiration.
("it's black again" - portentous Fast Show echoes perhaps? [with allowances for the reverse chronology in expression there])

I fear I've been way too arse-mouthed here - I guess it's the cerebral irrigation regime exerting undue effluence - anyway, you know I like this stuff Leanne.

I'm stuffed - too many parentheses, brackets, font-styles - gourd nite :>