When dealing with
the ruthless stupid ******,
I am pretty much useless.

He takes my empathy
and spoofs it.

There is no theorem.
The proof is
obvious;
I got no way
to stop any of this
bombing madness.

An Ocean’s worth of sadness,
and I am sinking
to the bottom of
a stinking salt bed
where there will be
water in my head
as I bobble till I’m dead.

I tried rationality.
I tried a little comedy,
sprinkled in some poetry,
but never broke the stupidity
barrier.

I am the pointless
carrier pigeon,
on a dangerous mission
dealing with what is
much scarier,
that despite my wisdom
I am not reaching anyone.

Dripping ****,
then skipping it
till the wind takes my wings
spinning me a bit,
as I am flipped
several times and hit
a red wall of bricks.

Funny flat faced freak
with a broken bleeding beak,
tired, but wondering
what is even the point of me?