Rick Swartzentrover

07-10-1999

We are all psychotic episodes waiting to happen
  Mindless zombies swimming in the world’s waste
Life has no meaning except rotting corpses and blind beggars
  Abandoned children, wards of the mindless state

 

No one cries for us, no one cares
  Like autistic children lost in our own world
Rocking ourselves for little comfort
  Flickering hands are our only friends

 

Making up our own existence
  Occupying space until we die
Entertaining ourselves with useless chatter
  So we don’t have to realize we don’t count

 

Old Solomon was right w hen he wrote the words
  Everything is meaningless
Life has no meaning, we have no purpose
  We just are and we are alone