I am sitting on my bed
this "deeper than thou"
mentality of yours
runs through my insignificant brain
sick of the philosophical superiority that you feel
wondering if anything but crap
passes through you.
there's no distanced excuse for my stupidity
or the philosophical serendipity
of this whole situation
this whole goddamn situation
it's full of bullshit
it should be
internal
nocturnal
diurnal
what the hell
not external
what good is philosophy
but for yourself
my
aren't we being supercilious today
gee
I bet you though you weren't making me mad, but
hey
it's part of darwin's dilemma,
no?
Using your extensive vocabulary
and deep thoughts
gets you cozy with your lover
with your friends
pissing the rest of us off, or
hmm,
maybe it's just me
maybe I'm blind.
The blind one,
and I'm blind
leading the blind
right into your clenched fists
and angry voice.
"Philosopher in Residence"
maybe I'm green
which I could be
Or maybe I could be just as deep and analytical as you
but let's see
the deeper you get
the harder it is to get dug out
right?
right.
The hand that I
write with
and
eat with
and
dance with
craving to be more than just chained to this writing
As this "deeper than thou"
runs in one ear
and out the other
it goes through
some of those rooms
in my mind
to be broken apart by tiny little brain cells
which seem to be ordained by you to say
see?
see?
maybe this
"deeper than thou" bullshit
isn't really bullshit at all
but actually truth
truth
I begin to wonder
what truth really is
but that's another word
for another american heritage dictionary
and another fucking Theory of Knowledge class
which you seem to do so well in.
So this ends our
deeper than thou analysis
Mr. Psychoanalysis Guy.
So are you the psycho?
Or am i?