by Robert Braunstein
It is what it is
It ain't what it's not
Whatever it means
It don't say a lot
Everyone's dead
In my neighborhood
The bomb blew at midnight
But it's all good
I don't think much
It's a useless endeavor
Ask me a question
I'll tell you whatever.
Mindless announcements
Asserted with ease
Don't tax your mind
You'll catch a disease