sadly

like sad similes, we clutter and clog
our hearts with discordant verbiage
making mountains of molehills
and other silly things
the problem is that there is really only one thing
and all of that other shit, like clothes for kittens, are really just exercises in futility
there is no more meaning
 
so, despairing, some want to burn it all down
and others seek after a higher truth
but life begets life, that's all there is
and sex is the only way to live forever
so artisanal dentistry, materialism, and political discourse
are all, really, foolish things
 
such strident stagnation
that you achieve with your bickering
is, perhaps, the epitome of evil
 
So if we're not fucking
get the fuck out