Here I sit.
I don't believe I'm sitting. I don't believe in anything.
I can think I'm sitting. As long as I maintain that I could be wrong.
I don't believe in love. Even if I wanted to.
I can tell how I feel when you're around. And how I feel when you're not.
I don't believe in life. Or death. How could I ever rationalize a belief in something I don't understand?
I think. About fireflies, world *******, scotch, and jokes.
The jokes are to make you laugh. It's my favorite song.
I don't believe in anything. I envy those that do.
I'm just a lonely nihilist who wants to believe in you.
Used to muse
On the use
Of oversized microwave ovens
In the covens
Give them their due
They know how to imbue
Broomsticks with fresh belladonna!
— The End —