All noise

All noise

Is of equal value

It is all meaningless.

Tip the bottle

Bottoms up

Tear out another page

Rip out your heart

Light a fire

Watch it smoulder.

Nobody will know

What it means

To be you

As you know nothing

Of them.

Too much is made

Of so little

Write it down

Stuff it in a pocket

Save it for a rainy day.

Make more of it

Than it needs to be

Waste what little you have

On feeling lost.

You are a failure

At feeling hard done by

It is the way of things

To hide the truth

From yourself

Unless it escapes

To reproduce

Consensus

By word of mouth.