nothing going nowhere

should not deter you from noting

life neatly knit

to be wasted aloud

scribble it down secretively

like secretion

the shoutout is a shitty vocal box

fraud life faking beat box

nobody is listening

like your mama

when you were in her womb

sucking for a song of meaning

but leaning papa phallic spinning

DJ ringing your bell

when no words are numb enough for silence

and nothing is going anywhere

except for the black orgasm