alone, plus none.

if everything you ever want

is everything that you see,

then doesn't that explain the fact

that you're living an absurd dream?

if everything has been multiplied

then divided into 1 

drop the 2 and add a 10,

wait, you're not done.

subtract all of the little things

multiply it's entirety

cross the t's and dot the i's

then the square root minus 1

the sum of all the facts will be

a millimeter of what you've become.

all that you have left is then

besides nothing, and subtract again,

yet still something that the rest of us 

could live off forever,

no fuss no muss.

yet still you go through life

without shame

while everyone else takes on the blame.

you bitch, you moan,

you stomp, you groan

from atop your gilded thrown.

you scream you bitch,

you're such a wretch

nothing or no one left to own.

if you had put any thought

in the things or people you have bought

a zillion dollars would be chump change

for the rest of us with no exchange.

if everything you ever thought

was even close to what it's become,

then my friend, i have to say

you've lost it all

and everyone.

and you are left

alone, plus none.