• my words don't mean anything
    but someone has to write them
    just like someone has to watch you
    all the time, some
    nameless observer
    who blinks impartial judgement
    on your shoes, your hair-style
    your eyeglass-frames
    my words don't mean anything
    like the 'na na na'
    in a popular love song.

    Na na na
    na na
    na

    my words don't mean anything
    like '******** you'
    who decides what a curse word is
    these days, anything could be
    like your three cheers for apathy.
    Hip hip
    hooray

    na na na
    na na na

    my words don't mean anything
    don't make sense
    don't have to
    who are you to judge what means anything
    who am I to say anything worth hearing?
    We are so young and reckless
    so young and so perfectly posed
    to go down in history
    if anyone was writing it
    what is history
    and why does it need making?
    We are so young
    and so acutely, painfully aware
    of our youth.
    Why should I waste my ink
    on words?
    Why should I waste
    the energy in my printer
    or the energy in my fingers
    that it takes to type this?

    Na na na

    na

    na

    this is my way
    of spitting in your face
    if anyone was watching
    if anyone notices
    if anyone gives a ********

    not me
    such a practiced observer
    after all this time, I can't even figure
    how to get my foot in the door
    to step outside
    to do anything else besides
    rot and grow pale
    under an illuminating false sun.
    but nobody wants to hear about this
    nobody's listening to you whine.
    We just have to get it out
    to whine to a page if no one else will listen
    who says we're doing this for your benefit?
    How presumptuous,
    how
    perfectly
    arrogant
    you are.

    Na na na

    na na na.