What There Is

What there is
Stop filling your head with nonsense
There is no magic
There are no wizards or witches
There are no guardian angels
No one is watching over you
Nothing is invisible
There are no spirits
There is no extra sensory perception
Forget all about that mystical mumbo jumbo
Take off those silly clothes and get a haircut
There is no way of seeing the future
There are no fairies
There are no sprites, elves or pixies
But there are dwarves
And there is chaos
There is giant, meaningless, incomprehensible shite
There are things that are so complicated
That it is impossible to understand them
Or even think about them
And even if you look at them
It gives you a headache