Everything
Everything is once at all
And nothing will remain
Nowhere is right here and now
And freedom is a chain
A long ass chain
But still restraint
An Illusion of a choice
Where you can talk and talk and talk
In the end you loose your voice
Speaking only gets you somewhere
Soon you’ll use your fists
Before you know it youre underground
Burried in the pits
Did you regret it? Maybe you did
Its to late, now you're dead.
Does choice really Matter
If it ends all the same?
A billionaire a prostitute
A Businessman a nurse
And soon they will be underground
Dusty with no purse
I'll tell you later what i means
About nothing at all and strangely yet
Everything at once
Everything is once at all
And nothing will remain
Nowhere is right here and now
And freedom is a chain
Awake you see a tiny picture
A picture of a rhinocerus!
There is no rhyme
Nor reason to it
Just a silly little fact
But giving the time
I can rhyme rhinocerus with
Us
But there is something about this
That i need to confess
This poem devolved into an
Uncomprehensible mess
I pull the Brake and stop this thing
Everything goes quiet
I guess this means this poem is over
Wait one more thing!
Bye
Posted Sep 12, 2026, 2:20 AM UTC