- ooh, rhymes ... and super cheery, to boot... ;)

Kind of getting harder to find some fucks

'Cause this living business truly sucks

The belief that it has any deep meaning

Is a pure construct of the human being

Don't get me started on the idea of purpose

That is simply the most preposterous

How's this for a thought?  It has no point

Not saying it in the hopes to disappoint

But we come from nothing

And we leave to nothing

And everything in between is just a delay

Filled with distractions on how to allay

The inevitable truth we're nothing special

And our existence has no tones of crucial

So yeah, my fucks have been diminishing

There is very little left in me to be wishing