This is a poem.

Are you smiling?

This is an intellectual masturbation from my mind, to my keyboard,

Then from your screen and then all over your face.

A sophism.

An existentialist solipsistic paradise.

Read it with a smile. Try not to wipe it away.

Kafka in hand, coffee in the other pondering the mystery of things.

Until a car hits you and you can think no more.

Splat.

How unpoetic.

How boringly empirical.

How bizarrely spherical.

2 2 will always equal 4.

Reality flies faster then humans tend to think.

Meaningless meaning.

You’re not smiling are you?

You are now aren’t you?

You know that I know that you know everything about nothing

And I the same.

Why don’t you analyze the smile that doesn't exist upon your face.

Some Freud or Dawkins will help you out.

Animals analyzing animalism.

You’re smiling because it feels good to understand something intelligent.

Or you're not smiling because you are too intelligent to consider the intelligent that is other then you.

We're in love with our ability to consider and to think.

And think and consider that we know nothing at all.

To take apart an issue and dissect a concept.

And them deem science by the same process science uses.

Absurd.

How absurd.

How absurd is absurdity.

The logic of existentialism.

The syllogism justifying the uselessness of syllogisms.

And stand above it and everything else safe in the knowledge

That you are an individual.

Just like everybody else.

This is a concept to be dissected.

This is a statement about society.

This is an absurd cosmic joke.

This is a stupid man thinking himself to be wise.

This is an animal justifying his place in a vast empty field.

This is a fool’s poem for other fools.

We’re just leering fools.

This is four philosophers in Arm Chairs discussing the meaning of meaninglessness.

This is the notion that those with faith only believe in things that can be doubted.

This is the topic that we cannot define so we pass over in silent.

Becoming deafeningly loud.

You think you’re better then me.

You think that I think I’m better then you.

You think that by saying what you think that I think exactly what I accused.

But I think outside the thought box.

I think and know everything I am thinking.

I know that you know that I know.

That you just read a paragraph of absolute bollocks.

Smile.

The notion that faith alone is justified.

Smile.

I tell you this wise man, for every man thinks he is wise.

All wise men know they are fools.

And in this knowledge deem themselves to be wise.

So I tell you this. In the end the court jester is equal to you.

That a bullet can take you out just as easily as it can take a cow out.

Chopped steak.

That your mind is affected by drunkenness and drugs.

Your thoughts are subject to the chemical structure of your brain.

So why shouldn’t your mind be affected by death?

When the thoughts themselves need the brain to act.

When the brain isn’t there anymore will you think about this fact?

Only those who believe can truly have faith.

You must have faith to understand faith.

Only those who hallucinate can truly see hallucinations.

You must have hallucinations to understand hallucinations.

How absurd.

In the end our dust will be hard to tell apart.

The wise man melts into the fool.

Those who eat food turn into it eventually.

Smooth, and these words will disintegrate into time.

A crushing tragedy, that all these thoughts will come to nothing?

Not really.

Not really.

A satire of a satire of satires.

A thought thinking about thoughts of thoughts.

A poem on poems.

A waste of time critiquing other wastes of time.

In this pointlessness one can find purpose.

In this indirection, one can find direction.

So meaningless it is profound.

Why are you still reading this?