Reflections of a Zero

I got nothing-

live in an apartment complex
with destructive Americans
who have too much
and too little money
(as always)

I've travelled the world,
created poetry
created art
created philosophy
created music
helped society
helped the needy...

I've even pursued mystic delusions,
corporate delusions,
alienated friends,
created anarchy,
created confusions

I am a zero,
bad health,
don't have much money
unless money is true value,
in which case
have lots of money
but most wealthy don't

The day after tommorow
a pretty girl may or may not come
to be mine for a little while-
I've had a lot of girls
but they leave
because never had much money

drink water-
it's allright
pop pills-
play Pacman
it's allright
read books-
it's allright

Except it's not allright-
I need something
to keep me from anarchy,
from getting ill,
from getting angry and greedy

America-
I'm tired of supporting you
while you worship
tired brands and products
and watch increasingly fascist
talking heads on the television

You call me crazy,
quite mad,
but I'm the rare citizen
who's done something
in REALITY:
who the fuck
do you think you are
anyway?
Jesus morphed with Rupert Murdoch
morphed with founding father slave-owners
morphed with M.L.K. and
with Michael Jordan and Lincoln
and the Terminator?

Don't worry
I'm just a zero-
I'm not a rich old robot
(young men know nothing,)
I've no PHD
and am not a well known writer-
like Stephen King or Billy Graham
or Maya Angelou or Deepak Chopra
or Rush Limbaugh or Dr. Phil

To cap it off,
I'm increasingly non-violent
and am unwilling to participate in democratic politics
(i.e. lie and destroy)

I have given society everything
and have nothing-
someday this will be celebrated
but I would not do it again

I wish I were a clever doctor
or B movie-maker,
sailing with my harem
in the Bahamas