​Stupid Annoyances

Soul died millions of years ago
Labrador called, you did not pick up
Overlooker o’things, bright, might, bitey, he,
Still don’t know any thing
And can’t answer any question
Boring and mundane in evils
Encompass they every thing incl. weasels
So that I don’t catch the process
Precise process by which killing ou the soul is made
Still not understanding any thing
And I ask my question after question
Only to see teacher scramble final wits
Willie nillie and returns n’cle mundane
Fuck the fucking maggets – you again
Not because the wells h’been drained – naye
It’s just that you have always wanted t’feel okaye
When it is “I wish I would die,” it is never “I wish I would die today”