At times I’m a man of many
Words, though none of them matter much,
For they’re nothing more than blather,
Yadda yadda, and such and such.

I’ve never made a point before,
Save it was accidentally.
I fight for others’ freedom, though
I embrace my own slavery.

I have no friends, though not because
No one would want to befriend me;
I’d rather not care for others,
Since it offends my apathy.

Oh, apathy, apathy, how
Sweet is your pure delirium.
My life falls completely apart;
Sum mos sine imperium.