/lit/ - Literature

>>20566221
Careless

But the people do not listen,
And I am afraid to tell them,
Because then, it seems,
I will join them
So I say nothing, and watch them destroy
Themselves,
And everyone around them

Nature will choose what it wants then,
I guess
I will have children,
And I will replace them
And a new generation of men
Will step in and say -- nothing
This to their sons, and their sons’ sons
More men who got it right the first time

What a bunch of nothing
What a bunch of fucking nothing
The cycle of nonsense, presupposition
Just stays if it stays
And goes if it goes
So much for your sister, or your tranny brother
So much for freckles, flowers, the cow’s moo
Just niggers and death and movement
Whatever