A pointless song, really by great mathematician Tom Lehrer.
I'm listening to this song at one fifteen Monday Morning
dreading the morn of which i go to school
tomorrow.
today.
what does it matter?
i did no homework
failing tenth grade i am
and here i am in deviantart
listening to a pointless song
written by a boy who went to Harvard
now but an old and rickety man
like Ozzie Osbourne
who learnt to read.
I am tired
exhausted really
writing four to five poems
all masking the real me
and yet trying so hard
to show what i am trying to say
which is what
i cannot say.
we are all playing a game of charades
in a stage of masks and masquerades
i am begging myself to unveil
something truly horrible
i hold that veil dear to my heart
like a painful photograph
of a dear long past
of not needing that veil
as i look into my past.
Like an old song played over and over again in my head
i long those days that past me by.
like i long those days that i cannot remember
beyond my mother's womb.
maybe those days are happier
maybe those days are not.
but what i can know for sure is that
in Heaven i don't need drugs.