No use for a title...too late to try

Diabolical, the way it seems
something simply nefarious
about the way the wheels turn

Nothing but speculation for sure
And who am I really?
No one to make such a call

But in all my ignorance, blissful really?
In all my lack of character quality wisdom?
Between drags of Camels I despise?

Amongst it all I breathe and eat
and piss and sleep and all the stuff
Men Do?

Amongst it all I Am
I Be
I is
I (insert Be verb here)


- End -

Not quite sure what to say to everything going on in the world around me. Not really all that sure that there is anything to say....
I sometimes wonder why the grass is greener....then I go to sleep.