"Know thyself" I know that's something important to do
Because that's what I know Socrates said,
Or maybe it was Plato
Or the Oracle of Delphi
Good thing I already know that's wrong,
Because I know myself,
To be a bungler, a hack,
A good-for-nothing, washed-up has-been.
Wouldn't leave home without my excuse, though.
I'm a sucker, a nut, and a dumb-dumb.
I swallowed all the hooks, lines and sinkers.
Been led by the nose, hood-winked, scammed.
Loved whores, worshipped charlatans and con-men.
They said, "If you eat this, you will lose 70% of your brain matter."
I gave them a little stare, and said, "Okay," and ate it anyway.
I didn't find a point in life until then, so what now?
They said, "If you read this you will end up a homeless, beggar."
"But," they said, "you will get 'omniscient.'" Who doesn't want that?
I held the book in my hands, and not knowing what else, I read it.
Come to find out, omniscience don't mean "omniscience."
So I'm looking at "It doesn't exist." and "It exists."
"It exists and does not exist." and "It neither exists nor does not exist."
Not finding any possibility of "Omniscience," is omniscience enough for me.
That's what I'm going with now, so I can live a life.


I like the poem.