No fruitcase
No basketcase
No nut, no freak
no nothing
That is what I am
just nothing
a speck is something
at least a speck
would be something
But I am nothing
Just nothing
Not even the cross on the t
or the dot over the i
or the last dot after
the last word written
by the last man alive
Not the last shrap of paper
the last shrapnel sent
from the last grenade tossed
in the ultimate war
between the last soldiers
ordered by the last generals
in their bunkers, wherever they are
I am nothing..
less than nothing
I just am