Hmmmmmmm?

I'm sittin' here infront of my computer,
It's about a quarter to midnight,
    and I've spent the past hour and a half drinkin' coffee and cap at the local
    donut shop with some of my friends.
I'm runnin' on caffeen and sugar and I'm thinkin' oh so clearly
    in one of those moods when everything you ever wanted to know was laid
    out infront of you and you just have to think,
Damn...
...how stupid am I?
And it's scary for a little while
    until you realize haw stupid everyone is
then you don't feel so all alone,
you don't feel so different.
    and once you know everyone else is just as confused as you are,
you're happy again
you don't care whether or not you know what's goin' on,
because noone really knows what's goin' on
there are no concrete rules which apply to all people,
they say everyone dies,
but what about elvis, hittler, budha and Jesus?
they're still around,
immitated, alterated, adulterated, idolatrated, adorated, and pop-culturated.
so now your happy because everyone is confused just like you.
that's the only way everyone will ever be happy.
the only way we'll find world peace,
is if we're all exactly the sane.
wanna make us happy?
burn off our faces and leave only factory molded smiles, electrolosize our entire bodies that we become as bald as plastic baby dolls,
labotomize our brains to keep us from worrying about tomorow, and cut out our little hearts, replacing them with quartz clocks that set themselves to some atomic clock in the Nevada desert every morning.
that's the peace we all search for.
even the punk rockers, with green/orange/blue/purple hair,
even the goths and apoth's with their cheek-piercings and morbid black attire
even the wacked freemen holding their little piece of the American dream
    hostage in the hills of Montana,
even the klu kluxers, neo-natzi's, black-panthers, and bible-belt Christians
    with their rallies against this people or that sin,
even the gangstaz, counter-culturites, sports jocks, and main-liners,
even the crippled, elderly, handi-capped and spiritually challenged,
all we want is to belong, to not be seen as different, to not be made fun of, to
    not be laughed at, to not be told that we're below someone else, to not
    feel ike the scum of the earth.
we want to walk the streets, to sit at home, to simply live, and not be
    asaulted with thousands of images of our own inferiority.
we want everyone to be on the same level as we are,
maybe it's easier to get what you want when you're standing on the top of
    our mountain of progress built of human loss and suffering,
but there's not much room for compainions on the pinacle, and you're right
    up next to the storms of change which blow down monarchs and empires.
if we were all the same, we wouldn't know who to hate, we wouldn't have to
   worry about who to love, we're all the same, no one could be singled out...

...it's about a quarter past midnight.
i can see the cafine and sugar spread out on the computer screen before me.
I have that really good feeling you get
when you'd had to go to the bathroom for about six hours
and you've just relieved your self.
i think i've fussed enough for one night.
i'll be going to bed now,
to fuss and roll in the heat,
alone,
wondering why i had the fourth cup of coffee.