Deep Laughter

Hehe, so what really is
The meaning of life?

I crashed into this world
As an American consumer,
Purchasing every
Dazzling, deafening
Toy my arms could hold.
But after so many years,
My goals were as paltry
As the articles I owned.

I became Buddhist
And denounced all material objects,
For the world is just an illusion.
But my meditation was weak,
As was my mind.

So I gave into myself
And drank,
And fucked away all my problems.
But that exhausted life,
Instead of giving it.

From there I evolved into ‘existentialist’
Isolated,
Living as if all was absurd.
But that was as hollow,
As the night of my mind.

I then mutated into artiste
And my eyes grew bloodshot
As I spent hours in the deep night,
Creating my own divinity.
But as it turns out,
Nobody cares about art.

So here I am,
Writing poetry for no one
Under a bridge made of steel-
And smoking a cigar
I never wanted.