I got nothing to say
You can stop reading here
No revelation nor depth to be heard
No insights to share and no meaning to glean
And the silence is blighted with each jaded preen
And our time it is wasted
Why not leave me be?
What is it exactly you hope you will see?
Why are you still reading?
Just go away please
For my words have been tortured and it pains me to see
How simple the rhymes are
How hollow the prose
How tired this self-referential flow
Sure I started this piece in the hopes of great praise
But I’ve changed my mind now
I can see it’s not great
It’s pompous, pretentious and plainly overt
Its simplistic cadence is starting to hurt
It’s tedious, cumbersome, clever at best
But it’s clear that the wit I pretend is pretense
It’s not all that good, go on, read it again
And all of its flaws to the forefront will wend
And what do you want of me?
Why are you still here?
When did you hear me ask ‘lend me your ears’?
These words are my own
And these thoughts, as it were
Are the grindings and churnings of my greatest fear
That I’ve nothing to say
That I’ll never be heard
I will never connect with the world through my words
So now do you know me?
Now may you judge?
I’ve opened the door but not asked you to come
Write your own words if you’re seeking the truth
Or turn on the TV
Or dig in to a book
Or go out for bite
Or take a long nap
For you get it already
I’ve nothing to add
That you’re still reading is just as absurd
As the metaphor known as Superfluous Bird
Yes I tried to be clever, but damn! the conceit
As if all that there is is to make the lines neat
Let me break it down simple
You’re wasting your time
These words that I write are not your’s
They are mine
And I’ll rhyme as I’m want to
But not focus the blurred
For your answers are elsewhere
Of this be assured
So you’ve read to this point
Let me help fill you in
This script’s a discussion ‘twixt Ego and Id
And Id’s been harassed to make meter and rhyme
To stoke Ego’s image of Self as divine
And Id’s really tired and Id rather play
And Id’s getting ready to call it a day
So here you go Ego
Chew on these parting words
You can shape ‘em and mold ‘em
You can bind them in verse
But find your own truth, that’s not really my thing
You can sing for your supper but I’m dining in
Now run along Ego, piss off for awhile
Come back when you’re ready to not act the child