Gehirnmaterie

I sat here
Pen in hand

Contemplating

This dull

World

Ennui

A world made

By morons

For morons

I sat here
Picturing these pitiful

Excuses for life

Imagined you
Reading these words
Yet again
Eluding comprehension

Your inherent failure
Causes you to pigeon hole
Classifying me

Despite your ignorance

Seeing this

I consider the futility

This waste of time

This life

The inevitability of death

So

Taking my gun

Pointing it squarely at the page

I squeeze off a round

A pity you can no longer

Appreciate

The vibrancy

Texture

Morbid eroticism

Of your brain matter

Spattered over this page

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