Unpoetry

What's left to be said?
That's not inside your head?
The motivation's dead
Waves of existential dread
And so, I said

Hey, fuck it while you can
There is no fucking plan
There's no need to understand
There's no need to understand

Wait, my eye itches
I'm tired of rhyming
Let's be honest
There's nothing going on in this world
That won't be going on a thousand years from now

If we don't wake the fuck up
Take a moment to process
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to do

People are just people
No one's better than anyone else
Delusions with be the death of us all
This is not a poem