I’ve been told lately that I’m…mean.
Ironic, I’d say.
That’s all I am trying to do
From someone who meant
to apparently someone mean.
I became mean because I gave up a meaning
that I didn’t know was rented until
time was mean and made me return it.
I am mean because it gives me reason
to find meaning.
Someone has to be mean in this place
where meaning equals pleasure and pleasure equals
and waiting for pleasure just makes everyone