Gammon and spinach

Everything is much lauded, but believe me it's mediocre,
The world is not all bright reds and blues, it's more a dull ochre...

Superlatives are falsehood, things are commonplace, simply average,
You do not wake up to ambrosia, just to a caffeinated beverage...

There are no noble beings, no such thing as peaceful doves,
No unselfish feelings here, no real everlasting loves...

No truth is so precious, no knowledge so deeply profound,
Nature's not kind, it's vicious, all knowing is by perceptions bound...

Nothing you do or say is of any consequence,
The universe is entropic, all meaning is nonsense...

Hydrocarbons

I'm not a fan of getting tipsy,
A coke will do, I'll settle for Pepsi...
From all manner of substances,
I keep my distances...
My kind of thrill,
is a screaming internal combustion mill.

Ambrosia

Dreamy eyes,
Looking intoxicated...
While you're getting drunk on life,
Would you sip on me a bit?

Fools gold

Silence -

The hush of ignorance,
Dumb wait for deliverance.

Sullenness of anger,
Mute pangs of hunger.

Speechless apathy,
Passiveness, lacking empathy.

The quieting of sounds normal,
The end of actions mortal.

Purposeless breath,
Muffled blackness of death.

One and zero

Naught to the aught is naught,
Aught to the naught is aught.
You ought not to take naught over naught,
Or even aught over naught.
That's a simple exposition of a definition,
Of exponentiation and division.
Two tools for the mission,
Of a mathematician.