Man walking to his home realizes that he's simply a man.
Man wants to be significant leader and realizes that he can.
Man then loses job, wife divorces, and parents die, and man becomes sullen.
Man projects chaos on another man, gets in fight, head gets swollen.
Man has lots of time to think in hospital room and decides that life is good.
Man gets sad again, runs across the idea of suicide, wonders if he should.
Man forgets stupid idea and continues eating bad food, paying high prices, and living planned day.
Man reflects on his actions and wonders how bad he'll have to pay.
Man cries, Man dies, Man fades away.
Man will come back to observe what he has done some other day.
Meanwhile, I stay and I pay and I cry and I die and know not the point of life.
Man is what I am part of and so are you.
And when you realize this you'll get to move up a pew.
This poem is pointless, just like the sanity of existence.
And you know what? Right now, everything together doesn't make any damn sense.
October 21, 1997