You think you know something?
You think you are something?
You do think a lot,
but it’s of no use.
You’re nothing. Absolutely nothing.
That does piss you off, doesn’t it?
To be nothing. That is: nothing of importance.
Wind in the hay. Buzz of the bees. Piece of shit.
They’re more than you. Really.
Come back after three thousand years and see
if somebody still remembers you.
I doubt it.
You’re talking to me?
Go away. Stop thinking. Go.