Inspired.
Penned a letter to a fellow,
Told him thanks for the tip.
He taught me that nothing
Is really worth a ****.
"Wise man, wise words,"
I thought, with a grin.
Grimacing at the pine cone
Taste of this gin.
So now what's the plan,
Where's my next place to sin?
I scan through the faces
Of my fellow patrons,
And consider myself lucky,
brimming with indignation.

Lucky as a duck,
To be this ******* numb.
Imagine having emotions,
God they're all so ******* dumb.

I've figured it all out you see,
It's not about you and me.
It's not about love,
or life,
or honesty,
It's about...
...it's about...

...What,
was I taking about?