So, you think you’re special, eh?
Cast a 1,000 ships with your glance,
Know Pi to 3,000 places,
You’ve smoked Cuban cigars with Fidel and
even kissed the Pope’s ring.
Well …..
You ain’t.
Ain’t special and never gonna be.
You are a fly on the wall
maybe killed, probably not.
You are an accident of nature
the decisions of a decision of a decision
and then the night,
conceived
like everything is
wet and tired
but not special.
Oh sure, you are top of your class
Yeah, you’ve got a room full of medals
and even have people who’ll buy you beers,
poor sods …
You aren’t special.
You’re a random number,
a smudge on a blackboard
the smell of death unnoticed
in favorite restaurants.
Sorry, I got to give you the bad news.
You are not special.
Everyone will forget you
once you’re gone.
Everyone will move on
once you’re gone.
So alas,
quit trying to impress.
Cut up that card — American Express.
Don’t think about what you’ll wear today -
for nobody gives a shit (except that old you).
Dance, let your beard grow.
Laugh, let your tits sag.
You were meant to be forgotten.
An ink mark in a ledger
never to be found.
But you are here.
So just be happy with that.
You aren’t going anywhere.