Second-Hand
He’s going to single-handedly blow
the top off the whole scene, you know.
Why has nobody ever noticed
the bloody contradictions before,
and why do they insist
on glimpsing the beauty
instead of the ugliness?
Simpletons.
Working idiots.
Morning sun? As if.
Like that represents any kind of truth.
And that’s another thing –
(while he’s on the subject)
– shhh! –
he’s rolling, maybe if you shut up
you can learn something second-hand
from his philosophy class.
Find out maybe what existentialism is
or maybe nihilism which sounds even cooler,
drop ‘em into conversations, you know,
casual-like. Mustn’t look too anxious or clever.
Yes, truth! We were speaking of truth.
Well, maybe he’ll have more to relate about it
after his second one.
Hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Lookit, all he means is that the world is a pretty
fucked-up place, and he should know
since he reads the papers.
But you,
with your morning sun.
.