Meaningless Title

What’s another stinky dick?
I’ve had a few dirty dozen.
What’s another blunt?
To keep my ass buzzin.
What’s even reality?
When you’re just a freak.
What’s even strength?
When surrounded by the weak.


Big waves roll all night,
In darkness parts oceans sunder,
Currents you can’t see,
Until you feel yourself go under.

I’ve walked the shore.
Finding treasures galore.
Implored for explanation,
Of what my eyes can see,
But never for the purpose,
Of complimenting me.

Because it’s all about your cocks, your tits,
Being offended and having fits,
About what you can’t squeeze through your tiny hole,
To peg lies for truth and sell your soul.

You look down on the slovenly,
Never realizing they are you,
Without that shit on your face,
And your shiny fucking shoes.

Click your heels thrice,
Go back home,
Wake up from the dream,
We’re all alone.