It doesn't really matter
Who you are or what you do
It doesn't really matter
If you're yellow green or blue
It doesn't really matter
We are all just pre-worm food
It doesn't really matter
Stop trying to look good
It doesn't really matter
If you are the king of France
It doesn't really matter
In the end you'll do death's dance
It doesn't really matter
What relationships you form
It doesn't really matter
Because expendabilities the norm
It doesn't really matter
Great deeds that men do laud
It doesn't really matter
In the end we're just dirt clods
Nothing really matters
Not this poem (if it's read)
Not the movies, or the books we use
To fill our empty heads
People try to say things matter
Lies to make us all feel better
Hollow words that are so trivial
That make no one feel better
It doesn't really matter
If I am dead or quite alive
It doesn't really matter
There is no way to thrive

09/14/2003

Posted on 09/15/2003
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