"Bathroom Philosophy"

I'm through with talking to people
and trying to reason with them
about the evils of this world
that are coming and all of
the woes rapidly
approaching

We could sit and talk all day, but,
eyes would still be to blind to see;
and, go over world history and
philosophy

Could also, sit and follow the
timeline, compare how every other
nation finally came to its demise...

But, no-one would hear a thing; my
words would be lost in the wind

They'd never change a thing; oh,
they might be, good for something...

maybe spray-painted on the walls
of a latrine

Where they could be added to, the
millions of philosophers who've
added their writings to, the
partitions of those who
muse on the throne

I'm done with digesting and sorting
and trying to discern knowledge; to
spread to the masses, just so that
they can through degradated
minds, shred it, and, squander it
and all while laughing...

Yeah; like pearls before swine

So, fuck it all, and, fuck you all, and,
fuck this whole goddamned world;
they could have eyes to see and
ears to hear, but, still wouldn't
believe one fucking thing

But, I think that they will one day;
when the nuclear winds comes
and washes all of the ignorance
away

But, until then, no-one will hear a
thing; my words are lost in the wind -
they never change a thing; oh, they
might be good for something...

Maybe spray-painted on the bathroom walls of a fucking latrine

Where they could be added to the
millions of philosophers who've
added their writings to the
partitions of those who
muse on the throne