Existentialist Nightmares

Existentialists often ask me about angst, and I tell them to get over it already. Angst is merely the waking nightmare of the mindless mob, like so many chickens wandering in circles.

Existentialist Nightmares

My Existentialist Nightmares, Are All So Damned Pointless!
Stupid Subconscious Poking Fun at My Conscious!

Delighting in Watching Me Squirm Like a Worm!

Enthusiastically trying to get a rise out of Me!

Playing its infantile Games...of Peek-a-boo...
Take That! You Overbearing Conscious Mind!

Trying to tell all the rest of Us, what to Do!
You might as well Kick yourself in the A*s!

You may as well, shoot yourself in the foot!
Round here what comes round goes round,

Occasionally, back in your own Stupid face!
Your doubts, all transformed into certainties!
Your Certainties becoming all the less certain!

Your warranty, seems to have already expired!

Your dinner reservations have all been canceled.
Forgetting some distinctions between who we are,
And whatever we are Doing Right this very moment!

And who it is we Ourselves still really desire to become!
Remembering who it is that we all actually wish to become,
We can always easily overcome any existentialist nightmares,
Transforming them into poetry in motion as we live our Dreams!