Nothing to say.
Nothing to do.
These words are forced,
And so are you.

Not really.
That's silly.
What does it mean?
My hands vomit;
This paper is no longer clean.

Words spill out.
Black blobs,
not gray.
This paper is filling,
But still I'm not gay.

The room is silent,
But for the sighs.
A paper tears,
A man sniffles,
And a page turns.

Blah.
Blah Blah.
I'll run out of room soon,
And then flip the page.
What an interesting task,
But I'm not a mage.

Lo,
there.
Not here.
More noise in the midst.
A paper is full now.
Not really.

This comes out so quick,
Yet says nothing.
Lo,
it speaks:
Words without meaning,
yet meaningful.

I think I've written this before.
Maybe not word for word,
But hardly a meaning more.

This bores me,
it does.
No,
it doesn't
-- I lie.
But do I lie now or then?
First or last?
Now or later?

Blah.
Blah Blah.
And so it goes.
And another paper is
soon ready to throw.

An airplane.
On fire.
Fifteen stories up.
Going down.

Turn the page.
Turn the page!

You did it,
didn't you?
You credulous fool.

Would you listen if I told you to
read this book?
Do it.
Do it now!

Are you still reading?
See,
I have you in my power
-- either way.
I can not lose,
Only win.

And you read,
and you read.
Why?
I have nothing to say here.
There is nothing to see here.

Chicken scratch.
Bloodbath in ink and D minor.

Look now.
Don't you see?
Don't ask me.
I won't tell you.

It's here now.
It's there now.
The moment has passed.

La de dah.
Blah.
Blah Blah.

Another page.
Another minute.
The time moves on.
Slowly,
yet quickly.
I'm still here.
So are you.
So what?

Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Get some food.
Throw it on a wok.
I'm hungry now.
My stomach grumbles.

Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Will this poem end before or after class?
Before or after I kill myself?

Ha!
That got your attention
-- didn't it?
And do you know the muffin man?

Well,
I don't,
So be good enough to tell me.
Then close the door on your way out.

Blah.
Blah Blah.