It has taken a long time to learn that I’ve learned absolutely nothing <br />My empty brain, my evacuated heart and my abandoned arms <br />Exhibitions all, <br />Of my now deficient and completely inaccessible attention to detail <br />Thinking only of myself <br />I have lost everything that I had worked so hard to gain <br />Empty of meaning, devoid of value and bankrupted intellectually <br />I struggled to maintain my all too fragile ego <br />Above a grade of zero <br />For in the end …when ones glass should be filled to the lip with meaning <br />Mine is as empty as the bottle of cheap booze <br />That is resting in my deflated lap of luxury <br />While a flat screen high definition television nukes my paltry brain <br />Rendering me as void of plea as the cockroaches <br />Who steal my last thoughts of you… <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-more-we-learn-the-less-we-know-for-sure/
