responding to a peripheral yak

she believes in calamity
but not a bit in my iced tea
everything is everything
and nothing else is me

she tells me dried out truth
and ageless aged sighs
nothing means a God Damned thing
it's ok, she knows I'm not that wise

she sings a song of suicide
and I sing different words
everything means nothing
I'm just so damned absurd.

she believes in peaceful rest
and the comfort of the grave
what's the point, smoke a joint
fuck me hard, don't you dare behave

I believe in happiness
at least after I'm in hell
there's nothing that is everything
but I don't know her all that well