Blurb and waffle. Teenage words Mean nothing to me. I look around. Flying birds Say more than anyone I see. You have nothing to say. You have nothing to do. You go about your way. There's more genius in a zoo. I stand alone. You don't talk To anyone unlike yourselves. But soon you'll see Your 'friends' will walk Away from all your revels, Your fancy talk, Your fancy gear, The way you stalk. You'll soon be left with no-one here.