An Ode to Nothing Much (a poem/song)

The average conversations or intimate relations,

Moves like an agony of wasps on a child’s bear foot,

Or they simply stay put,

The day to day person, or equivalent version,

Is as self-absorbed as a collapsed star most of the time,

Or just when killing mine,

The facts and statistics that are spewed by sophistics,

Tend to support whatever ‘values’ they’ve learnt recently,

Or read up on Wiki,

These bleak observations and hollow citations,

Go further to explaining myself than shedding much light.

On you or your life,

But so what? If you’ve got

Your own take, then fuck off and write.