Whatever

I’m nobody to you and me
That’s nothing
Sometimes
When misunderstood
Whenever

My lies and deceits
My perpetuations
This crawling filth
It’s all nothing to you and me
This loathing
Boiling
This bastard joy
This prodigal son
This memorandum
This sum
And I’m nothing
But something
To you and me

And yes
I scan the tree line
And spot preferable foliage
Some other kind of bark
And think
Yes
How about a Yew, Willow, Cedar or an Oak
Shrugging blindly from my own special bark
Too far up in to the sky
To notice
Roots
Firming
Solid
Just like you
A nobody
That’s nothing sometimes
Whatever