Sebastian

There are no new stories to be told.
Everything that could have happened
has happened.
The man who said the most meaningless
way to die
is to die in a
car crash - died in a car crash.
the man who proclaimed god deceased
is dead
and quoted on T-shirts.

Nothing new
nothing original
nothing fresh
and, certainly, nothing interesting.

The saying goes "there's nothing new under the sun."
Well,
what about above it?
is it simply
nothing more than a mirror
of what mankind has done
over the course
of it's general history?
no time for philosophical thought,
philosophy is dead,
no new thinkers
no new thoughts
ideas
theories
or
controversies.

I can ask
the common guy
or gal
if they know my old friend
J. Alfred
and they'll just
give me a blank look
wonder a bit
and say they've not the faintest idea
and that they've got to answer the call
that's coming in
on their cell phone
as it's their peak hours
or something.

A nation, a world, of nihilism.
Nobody cares anymore.
They can pretend and play nice,
but when it boils down to the bone,
when it really comes down to it,
and I mean really comes down,
like so far down
that you're in China,
nobody would give a hair
on their head
for someone whose name
they can't remember,
nobody would give a speck of dust
off of their right shoulder
for someone whose name
they can
remember.

No heart
no passion
no soul
no integrity.

Artistic intentions, creative expression
died with Burroughs's last breath.

Rebellion is a marketing scheme
thousands of young
confused
neurotic
and easily lead monkeys
more than willing to listen
to the one voice
that should have it's throat slit
and it's organs torn out
one
by one.

The history of humanity,
as a whole,
from the birth of man, and woman,
to the latest car crash
murder
rape
theft
act of terrorism
war
famine
or natural disaster
is nothing but a broken record,
we do repeat ourselves,
that right there
is nothing but an echo
of an echo
of an echo
of an echo.

nothing original
nothing new
nothing challenging
nothing creative
nothing artistic
nothing worth while
nothing worth the paper it's printed on.

And,
from my mind,
out comes this heaping pile
of redundant
babbling
trash.
22 and already bitter
tired of everything around me
I've seen it all before
or I like to think I have,
I haven't, but it's fun to pretend.