I’m nothing really
Just that waste of space
That small solitary speck
A faecal spot around the place.
I’m nothing really
Not worth any time spent
The culmination of uselessness
A plot to circumvent.
I’m nothing really
Just a shadow in the dark
Hidden away, left behind
Like a badly painted art.
I’m nothing really
That often broken cog
Rejected from the machine
Lost in the thickened smog.
I’m nothing really
As plain as you can see
Sitting down to rot away in pain
Finally leave me be