fuck you friedrich nietzsche

i would prefer all that has made me stronger had just killed me

never had i stopped rehearsing, never had i stopped studying

yet my performance was lacking and each answer was wrong

i am still very much alive, lacking what makes one strong

 

my inner ear is loud and clear

but listening is never near

i won’t explain my poems to you

because you think that words are true

 

i’m drifting among driftwood as currents pass us by

where everywhere there’s everyone where t.v.’s not a lie

i watch life on a video and wish that i were stoned

while every day in every way i know that i’m alone

 

my spell check keeps correcting me with rules and intent

but programs never understand what therein might be meant

and so i suffer silently as silent as a storm

i live like i’m the only one who isn’t misinformed

 

my inner ear is loud and clear

but listening is never near

i won’t explain my poems to you

because you think that words are true

 

the consulate of foreign lands is knocking at my door

he’s seeking my assistance in his search for lost lenore

but i said he who lost lenore is living in a grave

the best that i can do for him is say goodbye and wave

 

the dogs of war have left the floor to play a game of catch

if i jump ship are you equipped to spring the bobby hatch?

the words that have divided us are words that you believe

believe if must with all disgust with hearts upon a sleeve

 

my inner ear is loud and clear

but listening is never near

i won’t explain my poems to you

because you think that words are true

 

so have a beer at local bars or from the liquor store

cause i am writing poetry and getting really bored

with words at play and dogs of war and orders that are up

i need a new director who believes in my close-up

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