This or That or Which

And this is the mouth
Which told the lie
That burst from the ground
And scorched the sky

So killing the child
Which crawled out of the womb
That got fucked up the arse
By the man in the moon

And this is the face
Which forced the smile
That extended the walk
An additional mile

And here is the pen
Which wrote the tale
That the man in the maze
Had strayed from the trail

And this is the end
Which we knew was ahead
That stops all the words
Spewing out of my head

All of This and Nothing

The Big Bang birthed something from Nothing’s first call,
The Big Crunch returns things to Nothing at all;
Between these great Bounds we all rise, we all fall,
And gods are echoes of our lies from each Wall.

Darkness grows closer, this last light needs snuffing,
As silence drowns sounds of our abysmal bluffing,
While our lows were peaking our highs were all troughing,
You can keep all your somethings, all I need is Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.